Rabindranath Tagore Poems


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Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore

Winner of the 1913 Nobel Prize in Literature, Rabindranath Tagore was an Indian born poet, novelist, playwright, painter and musician. His groundbreaking work in literature and music changed the very face of Bengali culture. Tagore wrote his first poetry at the age of eight, and by 16, had published his first book of poetry. He was a fervent supporter of Indian independence. His written works rejected the traditional Bengali forms of art and his writings often addressed personal and political topics that were rare in his time. He also wrote the national anthems for India and Bangladesh during his lifetime.

Date of Birth: May 07, 1861
Date of Death: August 07, 1941


Found 151 poems by Rabindranath Tagore.
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Lover's Gifts XIX: It Is Written in the Book by Rabindranath Tagore
It is written in the book that Man, when fifty, must leave the
noisy world, to go to the forest seclusion. But the poet proclaims
that the forest hermitage is only for the young. For it is the
birthplace of flowers and the haunt of birds and bees; and hidden
hooks are wai… [ Read More ]

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The Gardener XXVI: What Comes From Your Willing Hands by Rabindranath Tagore
"What comes from your willing
hands I take. I beg for nothing
more."
"Yes, yes, I know you, modest
mendicant, you ask for all that one
has."
"If there be a stray flower for me
I will wear it in my heart."
"But if there be thorns?"
"I will endure … [ Read More ]

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Ocean of Forms by Rabindranath Tagore
I dive down into the depth of the ocean of forms,
hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless.

No more sailing from harbor to harbor with this my weather-beaten boat.
The days are long passed when my sport was to be tossed on waves.

And now I am eager… [ Read More ]

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Sympathy by Rabindranath Tagore
If I were only a little puppy, not your baby, mother dear, would
you say "No" to me if I tried to eat from your dish?
Would you drive me off, saying to me, "Get away, you naughty
little puppy?"
Then go, mother, go! I will never come to you when you call
me, and never… [ Read More ]

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Journey Home by Rabindranath Tagore
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 ne… [ Read More ]

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Benediction by Rabindranath Tagore
Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of
heaven for our earth.
He loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight of his
mother's face.
He has not learned to despise the dust, and to hanker after
gold.
Clasp him to your heart and bless hi… [ Read More ]

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Free Love by Rabindranath Tagore
By all means they try to hold me secure who love me in this world.
But it is otherwise with thy love which is greater than theirs,
and thou keepest me free.

Lest I forget them they never venture to leave me alone.
But day passes by after day and thou art not see… [ Read More ]

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Only Thee by Rabindranath Tagore
That I want thee, only thee---let my heart repeat without end.
All desires that distract me, day and night,
are false and empty to the core.

As the night keeps hidden in its gloom the petition for light,
even thus in the depth of my unconsciousness rings the cry… [ Read More ]

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Lover's Gifts XLII: Are You a Mere Picture by Rabindranath Tagore
Are you a mere picture, and not as true as those stars, true as
this dust? They throb with the pulse of things, but you are
immensely aloof in your stillness, painted form.
The day was when you walked with me, your breath warm, your
limbs singing of life. My world found i… [ Read More ]

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The Gardener XXI: Why Did He Choose by Rabindranath Tagore
Why did he choose to come to my
door, the wandering youth, when the
day dawned?
As I come in and out I pass by him
every time, and my eyes are caught by
his face.
I know not if I should speak to him
or keep silent. Why did he choose to
come to my doo… [ Read More ]

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The Gardener LXI: Peace, My Heart by Rabindranath Tagore
Peace, my heart, let the time for
the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain
into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end
in the folding of the wings over the
nest.
Let the last touch of your hand… [ Read More ]

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The Lotus by Rabindranath Tagore
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.

Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south… [ Read More ]

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Baby's Way by Rabindranath Tagore
If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.
It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.
He loves to rest his head on mother's bosom, and cannot ever
bear to lose sight of her.
Baby know all manner of wise words, though few on earth can
underst… [ Read More ]

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Closed Path by Rabindranath Tagore
I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,---that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.

But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when … [ Read More ]

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Leave This by Rabindranath Tagore
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 hard ground
and where the pat… [ Read More ]

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On the Seashore by Rabindranath Tagore
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With with… [ Read More ]

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Flower by Rabindranath Tagore
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.

I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of
pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am
aware, and the time of offerin… [ Read More ]

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The Gardener XXVIII: Your Questioning Eyes by Rabindranath Tagore
Your questioning eyes are sad. They
seek to know my meaning as the moon
would fathom the sea.
I have bared my life before your
eyes from end to end, with nothing
hidden or held back. That is why you
know me not.
If it were only a gem, I could break
it … [ Read More ]

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Little Of Me by Rabindranath Tagore
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 be le… [ Read More ]

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Brink Of Eternity by Rabindranath Tagore
In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.

My house is small
and what once has gone from it can never be regained.

But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door. <… [ Read More ]

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Clouds and Waves by Rabindranath Tagore
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."
I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"
They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your
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