Rabindranath Tagore

[Gurudev] (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

81. Seashore 1/1/2004
82. From Afar 3/23/2010
83. The Chanpa Flower 1/1/2004
84. Palm Tree 3/23/2010
85. The Gardener Xxiv: Do Not Keep To Yourself 1/1/2004
86. The Astronomer 1/1/2004
87. Moment's Indulgence 1/1/2004
88. The Source 1/1/2004
89. Signet Of Eternity 1/1/2004
90. Lover's Gifts Xlviii: I Travelled The Old Road 1/1/2004
91. Roaming Cloud 1/1/2004
92. Threshold 1/1/2004
93. Lover's Gifts Xlvii: The Road Is 1/1/2004
94. The Little Big Man 1/1/2004
95. O Fool 1/1/2004
96. The Land Of The Exile 1/1/2004
97. The Wicked Postman 1/1/2004
98. Lover's Gifts Xxii: I Shall Gladly Suffer 1/1/2004
99. Salutation 1/1/2004
100. The Boat 1/1/2004
101. In The Dusky Path Of A Dream 3/23/2010
102. Poems On Love 3/23/2010
103. Still Heart 1/1/2004
104. Lover's Gifts Viii: There Is Room For You 1/1/2004
105. The Gardener Lxxxi: Why Do You Whisper So Faintly 1/1/2004
106. The Gardener Xviii: When Two Sisters 1/1/2004
107. The Gardener Lxviii: None Lives For Ever, Brother 1/1/2004
108. Lord Of My Life 3/23/2010
109. Passing Breeze 1/1/2004
110. Hard Times 3/23/2010
111. Sit Smiling 1/1/2004
112. I Am Restless 3/23/2010
113. On The Nature Of Love 3/23/2010
114. Stray Birds 31 - 40 3/23/2010
115. Silent Steps 1/1/2004
116. Strong Mercy 1/1/2004
117. Purity 1/1/2004
118. Lover's Gifts V: I Would Ask For Still More 1/1/2004
119. Old And New 1/1/2004
120. The End 1/1/2004

Comments about Rabindranath Tagore

  • Titiksha (11/21/2017 7:39:00 AM)

    Gooooooooooooooooooooooood poem

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  • Titiksha (11/21/2017 7:38:00 AM)

    Love you Rabindranath Tagore

  • Bd mahor (11/17/2017 9:46:00 PM)

    Nyc poem

  • Rahul Shil Rahul Shil (11/17/2017 8:34:00 PM)

    I love Rabindranath...... He is my favourite poet...... Really he is so imagine.......

  • Saniya Kute (11/12/2017 3:27:00 AM)


  • Soma Das (5/9/2017 11:12:00 PM)

    recitation - [a href=http: //somadasbosu.blogspot.in]Bengali poem [/a]

  • Master Poet (2/11/2017 3:09:00 PM)

    I feel calling him a poet is simply inadequate.

  • Franz Tieber (7/22/2016 2:07:00 AM)

    Instead of introducing myself anywhere else I`d prefer to do so here at this thread, because it is Tagore, whom I like very much.
    Nr.17 of his Gitanjali, for me is so levying, that yesterday I tried a first draft of it in German, although, certainly several translations into German may exist.

    Nur die Liebe ist´s, auf die ich warte.
    Um mich am Ende
    in Seine Hände
    zu legen.

    ist es spät geworden; deswegen
    meine Pflichtvergessenheit und Schuld.

    Gesetze legt man vor
    und Kodizes, auf dass ich mich beugte.
    Indes: ich weiche aus - ich weiche aus:
    damit mich die Liebe fände
    in der Schale Seiner Hände.

    Sie stellen mich bloß
    und nennen mich verantwortungslos -
    kein Zweifel - sie haben recht...

    Da neigt sich der Tag
    und das Geschäft hat ein Ende.
    Wer nach mir gerufen hat - vergeblich -
    ist im Zorn entschwunden.

    Doch die Liebe lässt mich nicht los
    und nach wie vor
    warte ich auf die Liebe
    hinein in Seine Hände.

    Nachdichtung: (C) 2016 Franz Tieber

  • Anita Sharma Anita Sharma (10/20/2015 7:09:00 PM)

    one of my fav.poet, lov every bit of his work

  • Deepak Varma (6/22/2015 7:52:00 PM)

    It is a better and good man he rote nice poem & all poem is inspiration

Best Poem of Rabindranath Tagore

Where The Mind Is Without Fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

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Journey Home

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.

I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my
voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.

It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,

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