VI …
Rabindranath Tagore
II …
You came to my door in the dawn and sang; it angered me to be awakened from sleep, and you went away unheeded. …
Tulsidas, the poet, was wandering, deep in thought, by the Ganges, in that lonely spot where they burn their dead. …
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; …
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. …
Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning. …
VII …
i …
My song has put off her adornments. …
My love, once upon a time your poet launched a great epic in his mind. …
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? …
"Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road. …