Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

121. The Kiss 3/23/2010
122. Lotus 1/1/2004
123. Playthings 1/1/2004
124. Lover's Gifts Ii: Come To My Garden Walk 1/1/2004
125. Threshold 1/1/2004
126. Superior 1/1/2004
127. The Land Of The Exile 1/1/2004
128. Song Unsung 1/1/2004
129. I Am Restless 3/23/2010
130. Lover's Gifts Lii: Tired Of Waiting 1/1/2004
131. Little Of Me 1/1/2004
132. Purity 1/1/2004
133. The Rainy Day 1/1/2004
134. The Astronomer 1/1/2004
135. Lover's Gifts Lvi: The Evening Was Lonely 1/1/2004
136. Twelve O'Clock 1/1/2004
137. Silent Steps 1/1/2004
138. When And Why 1/1/2004
139. Patience 1/1/2004
140. Parting Words 1/1/2004
141. Ungrateful Sorrow 3/23/2010
142. My Song 1/1/2004
143. The Gardener Xxvii: Trust Love 1/1/2004
144. The Child-Angel 1/1/2004
145. Lover's Gifts Iv: She Is Near To My Heart 1/1/2004
146. Lost Time 1/1/2004
147. The Journey 1/1/2004
148. Paper Boats 1/1/2004
149. Innermost One 1/1/2004
150. Prisoner 1/1/2004
151. The Lotus 1/1/2004
152. The Gardener Lix: O Woman 1/1/2004
153. The Gardener Xxxiv: Do Not Go, My Love 1/1/2004
154. Lover's Gifts Xlii: Are You A Mere Picture 1/1/2004
155. The Beginning 1/1/2004
156. Senses 1/1/2004
157. Last Curtain 1/1/2004
158. Sympathy 1/1/2004
159. The Hero 1/1/2004
160. Krishnakali 3/23/2010
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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The Last Bargain

"Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.
Sword in hand, the King came in his chariot.
He held my hand and said, "I will hire you with my power."
But his power counted for nought, and he went away in his chariot.

In the heat of the midday the houses stood with shut doors.
I wandered along the crooked lane.
An old man came out with his bag of gold.
He pondered and said, "I will hire you with my money."

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