Best Poems of Rabindranath Tagore…
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), made notable contributions to literature as a poet, novelist, story writer, painter, educator, patriot, philosopher, and social reformer. He was the first non-European to receive the world-famous Noble Prize in Literature for his remarkable Poetic collection- ‘Gitanjali’ i.e. Devotion to God. He also played an important role in the freedom struggle of India against colonial rule. He was famous as ‘Gurudev’.
He wrote both in English and Bengali. His famous poetic works are ‘The Gitanjali’, ‘The Crescent Moon’, ‘The Gardener’, ‘Fruit Gathering’, etc. Some of his novels are ‘Gora’, ‘The Home’, and ‘The Wreek’. ‘The Home Coming’, and ‘The Kabuli Wallah’ are his fine short stories. ‘Jan Gan Mana’ National Anthem of India, and ‘Amar Sonar Bangla’ was composed by Tagore.
1. 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 the perfection;
Where the clear strem of reason has not
lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habits;
Where the mind is lead forward by three into ever-widening thought and action-
Into that haeven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
Freedom from fear is the freedom
I claim for you my motherland!
Freedom from the burden of the ages,
bending your head,
breaking your back, blinding your eyes to the beckoning
Call of the future;
From the shackles of slumber wherewith
You fasten yourself in night’s stillness,
mistrusting the star that speaks of truth’s adventurous paths;
Freedom from the Anarchy of destiny
whole sails are weekly yielded to the blind uncertain winds,
and the helm to a hand every rigid and cold as death.
Freedom from the insult of dwelling in a Puppet’s world
where movements are started through brainless wires,
repeated through mindless habits,
where figure wait with patience
and obedience for the master of show,
to be stirred into a mimicry of life.
3. Chain of Pearls
Mother, I shall weave a chain
of pearls for thy neck
with my tears of sorrow.
The stars have wrought their
anklets of light to deck thy feet,
but mine will hnag upon thy breast.
Wealth and fame come from thee
and it is for thee to give or to withhold them.
But this my sorrow is
absolutely mine own,
and when I bring it to thee as my offering
thou rewardest me with thy grace.
4. Life of my Life
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 in my mind.
I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart
and keep my love in flower, knowing that
thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart.
And it shall be my endeavor to reveal thee in my actions,
knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.
5. Pluck This Little Flower
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 offering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint,
use this flower in thy service and pluck it
while there is time.
6. Fruit Gathering
My life when young was like a flower- a flower
that loosens a petal or two from
her abundance and never feels the loss
when the spring breeze comes to beg at the door.
Now at the end of youth my life is like a fruit,
having nothing to spare, and
waiting to offer herself completely with her full
burden of sweetness.
Is summer’s festival only for fresh
blossoms and not also for withered
leaves and faded flowers?
Is the song of the sea in tune only with the rising waves?
Does it not also sing with the waves that fall?
Jewels are woven into the carpet where
stands my king, but there are patient clods
waiting to be touched by his feet.
Few are the wise and the great who sit by
my Master, but he has taken the foolish in
his arms and made me his servant forever.
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