Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

121. Purity 1/1/2004
122. Lover's Gifts V: I Would Ask For Still More 1/1/2004
123. Old And New 1/1/2004
124. Only Thee 1/1/2004
125. Lotus 1/1/2004
126. Playthings 1/1/2004
127. Lover's Gifts Ii: Come To My Garden Walk 1/1/2004
128. Song Unsung 1/1/2004
129. When And Why 1/1/2004
130. Hard Times 3/23/2010
131. Lover's Gifts Xlii: Are You A Mere Picture 1/1/2004
132. The First Jasmines 1/1/2004
133. The Gardener Xxvii: Trust Love 1/1/2004
134. I 3/23/2010
135. Silent Steps 1/1/2004
136. The Child-Angel 1/1/2004
137. Lover's Gifts Lii: Tired Of Waiting 1/1/2004
138. Little Of Me 1/1/2004
139. I Am Restless 3/23/2010
140. Lover's Gifts Lvi: The Evening Was Lonely 1/1/2004
141. Superior 1/1/2004
142. Patience 1/1/2004
143. Ungrateful Sorrow 3/23/2010
144. The End 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 Gardener Lxi: Peace, My Heart 1/1/2004
148. The Journey 1/1/2004
149. Free Love 1/1/2004
150. She 1/1/2004
151. Last Curtain 1/1/2004
152. Twelve O'Clock 1/1/2004
153. The Gardener Xxviii: Your Questioning Eyes 1/1/2004
154. Paper Boats 1/1/2004
155. The Last Bargain 1/1/2004
156. Krishnakali 3/23/2010
157. The Lotus 1/1/2004
158. The Gardener Xxxiv: Do Not Go, My Love 1/1/2004
159. Senses 1/1/2004
160. The Gardener Lix: O Woman 1/1/2004

Comments about Rabindranath Tagore

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

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

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  • 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

  • Deepankar Chakraborty Deepankar Chakraborty (5/24/2015 1:00:00 AM)

    লহ প্রণাম হে মহামানব।।

  • Deepankar Chakraborty Deepankar Chakraborty (5/24/2015 1:00:00 AM)

    লহ প্রণাম হে মহামানব।।

  • Shyamal Das (5/8/2015 1:21:00 PM)

    I like you..

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

Read the full of Where The Mind Is Without Fear

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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