Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

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Rabindranath Tagore (born Robindronath Thakur, 7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941), sobriquets Gurudev, was a Bengali polymath- poet, writer, composer, philosopher and painter.
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The Home

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I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset washiding its last gold like a miser
The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and thewidowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent
Suddenly a boy's shril...
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My Song

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This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, likethe fond arms of love
This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss ofblessing
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper inyour ear, when you are in t...
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I

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I wonder if I know
In whose speech is my voice,
In whose movement is my being,
Whose skill is in my lines,
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Purity

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Life of my life,
I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing that thy living touch is upon all my limbs
I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing that thou art that truth which has kindled the light of reason...
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Moments Indulgence

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I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side
The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil<...
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Leave This

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Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads
Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut
Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee
He is there where the tiller is tilling the ha...
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Little Of Me

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Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all
Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to thee in everything, and offer to thee my love every moment
Let only that little ...
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The Gardener XVI Hands Cling To Eyes

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Hands cling to hands and eyes lingeron eyes: thus begins the record of ourhearts
It is the moonlit night of March;the sweet smell of henna is in the air;my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers isunfinished
This l...
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Waiting

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The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart…
I...
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On The Nature Of Love

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The night is black and the forest has no end;a million people thread it in a million ways
We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but whereor with whom - of that we are unaware
But we have this faith - that a lifetime's blisswill appear ...
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The Banyan Tree

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O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond,have you forgotten the little child, like the birds that have nested in your branches and left you
Do you not remember how he sat at the window and wondered at the tangle of you...
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Paper Boats

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Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the runningstream
In big black letters I write my name on them and the name ofthe village where I live
I hope that someone in some strange land will find them andknow who I am
I load...
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Defamation

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Where are those tears in your eyes, my child
How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing
You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing-is that why they call you dirty
O, fie
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Distant Time

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I know not from what distant time thou art ever coming nearer to meet me
Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye
In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been heard and thy messenger has come within my heart and ...
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Lamp Of Love

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Light, oh where is the light
Kindle it with the burning fire of desire
There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame—-is such thy fate, my heart
Ah, death were better by far for thee
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The Kiss

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Lips' language to lips' ears
Two drinking each other's heart, it seems
Two roving loves who have left home,pilgrims to the confluence of lips
Two waves rise by the law of loveto break and die on two sets of lips
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