Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

121. Stray Birds 61 - 70 3/23/2010
122. Stray Birds 71 - 80 3/23/2010
123. Stray Birds 81 - 90 3/23/2010
124. Stray Birds 81 - 90 3/23/2010
125. Stray Birds 91 - 99 3/23/2010
126. Stream Of Life 1/1/2004
127. Strong Mercy 1/1/2004
128. Superior 1/1/2004
129. Sympathy 1/1/2004
130. The Astronomer 1/1/2004
131. The Banyan Tree 1/1/2004
132. The Beginning 1/1/2004
133. The Boat 1/1/2004
134. The Chanpa Flower 1/1/2004
135. The Child-Angel 1/1/2004
136. The End 1/1/2004
137. The First Jasmines 1/1/2004
138. The Flower-School 1/1/2004
139. The Further Bank 1/1/2004
140. The Gardener Iv: Ah Me 1/1/2004
141. The Gardener Ix: When I Go Alone At Night 1/1/2004
142. The Gardener Li: Then Finish The Last Song 1/1/2004
143. The Gardener Lix: O Woman 1/1/2004
144. The Gardener Lv: It Was Mid-Day 1/1/2004
145. The Gardener Lvii: I Plucked Your Flower 1/1/2004
146. The Gardener Lxi: Peace, My Heart 1/1/2004
147. The Gardener Lxiv: I Spent My Day 1/1/2004
148. The Gardener Lxix: I Hunt For The Golden Stag 1/1/2004
149. The Gardener Lxviii: None Lives For Ever, Brother 1/1/2004
150. The Gardener Lxxix: I Often Wonder 3/29/2010
151. The Gardener Lxxv: At Midnight 1/1/2004
152. The Gardener Lxxvi: The Fair Was On 1/1/2004
153. The Gardener Lxxxi: Why Do You Whisper So Faintly 1/1/2004
154. The Gardener Lxxxiii: She Dwelt On The Hillside 1/1/2004
155. The Gardener Lxxxiv: Over The Green 1/1/2004
156. The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride 1/1/2004
157. The Gardener Xi: Come As You Are 1/1/2004
158. The Gardener Xiii: I Asked Nothing 1/1/2004
159. The Gardener Xiv: I Was Walking By The Road 1/1/2004
160. The Gardener Xix: You Walked 1/1/2004

Comments about Rabindranath Tagore

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (5/8/2015 12:33:00 PM)

    Dear I like your mystic verses very much.

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  • M. Emad (11/14/2014 8:54:00 PM)


    UNESCO declared 2011 as the year of Rabindranath Tagore and his 150th birth anniversary were celebrated all across the globe including Germany, Japan, Italy, Russia and China. Bangladesh and India had arranged a year-long joint commemorative programmes both at government and non-governmental levels. However, little was heard from Pakistan.

    Ironically, Tagore’s writing became an indicator of tolerance of a society. Tagore’s writing was banned and burned in Nazi-occupied Europe, Fascist Italy and Imperial Japan. Tagore was once banned in Communist Russia and China. Tagore became a target from all directions in pre-1971 Pakistan. Finally in 1971, Tagore became a matter of ‘life and death’ in Pakistan Army occupied Bangladesh. Pakistan’s fury knew no bound when the Bangladesh (Mujib Nagar) Government-in-Exile adopted ‘Amar Sonar Bangla’ as the National Anthem of Bangladesh in May 1971. Tagore experts at Universities were selectively targeted and killed by the Pakistan Army and Al-Badr Killing Squads. I remember my mother tore pages from a thick book and threw into oven fire during a house to house search in old-Dhaka city by Pakistan Army (probably October/November 1971) — a (Tagore’s) volume was mistakenly not destroyed till then.

    State-sponsor manipulation of religion is nothing new in Pakistan. But during 1980′s the military rulers in Pakistan adopted a US plan funded (mainly) by Saudi Arabia — the radicalisation of the society and defence forces (to subdue the communist Russia in Afghanistan and neighbouring countries) . Over the years radical and militant ideas rooted deeply in Pakistan society. Civil society, media and intellectuals seems cowed into submission and radical jihadist become uncontrollable for its creators. Nuclear armed Pakistan’s trajectory is now defined by the radicals. This cause panic in US and rest of the world. Now the US has came up with ‘de-radicalisation’ plan which include the promotion of Sufism (Sufi teachings, Sufi music, Sufi Universities etc.) . Many doubt if ‘Sufi therapy’ would work for Pakistan at this late stage but there is no harm in trying it. The core of Sufism — peace, love, tolerance, enlightenment — and Tagore’s philosophy are essentially the same. Like the Sufis, Tagore has message for the soul.

    So, I request the Bangladesh and Indian governments and non-governmental cultural organizations to include Pakistan in their joint celebrations of Rabindranath Tagore’s 150th birth anniversary and beyond.

    -M. Emad

  • Ronjoy Brahma Ronjoy Brahma (10/16/2014 6:14:00 AM)

    My favorite indian poet, i really like his poetry

  • Rishabh Dev (7/7/2014 2:37:00 PM)

    poets from the universe dare not to stand before thee.. Gurudev
    all looks like pupil of thine..

  • Rishabh Dev (7/7/2014 2:27:00 PM)

    when the tagor's river of felicity flows in me from top to toes.. There is no pain no gain
    only ecstasy time and again...

  • Surabhi Panda Surabhi Panda (6/23/2014 4:35:00 AM)

    thoughtful, simple and affective poems.

  • Ramesh Rai Ramesh Rai (2/21/2014 2:59:00 PM)

    I find peace and solace while reading his poems.

  • Arko Chakraborty Arko Chakraborty (10/1/2013 8:58:00 AM)

    do check my poem i just posted....wating for people to rate my work...

  • Soubhik Roy Soubhik Roy (9/15/2013 4:08:00 AM)

    For me he is the best poet that I have never seen in the past decades.

  • Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan (8/29/2013 11:48:00 AM)

    Westerners reading Tagore's poems here in English translation will not fully understand his true poetic genius. His poems in original Bengali are a musical and aesthetic delight. Tagore was not only a poet, but also a painter and singer. He used to sing his poems in his melodious voice. His words emanate from the very depth of human heart and speak universal truth. Here is a poet of utter compassion, in whose compositions you will never find a tinge of narrowness or bigotry. Like the legendary Soma and Homa birds of the Vedas, his consciousness remained always aloft.

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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O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders!
O beggar, to come beg at thy own door!

Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all,
and never look behind in regret.

Thy desire at once puts out the light from the lamp it touches with its breath.
It is unholy---take not thy gifts through its unclean hands.
Accept only what is offered by sacred love.

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