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Born in May 6, 1861 / Died in August 7, 1941 / India / Hindi

Poems by Rabindranath Tagore

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The Gardener LXXVI: The Fair Was On

... The road was muddy, the river in flood, the field ...

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The Gardener LXXXI: Why Do You Whisper So Faintly

... understand. Is this how you must woo and win ...

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The Gardener LXXXIII: She Dwelt on the Hillside

... Our hearts quaked in fear and we came back home ...

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The Gardener LXXXIV: Over the Green

... and hum. The ducks in the islands of the river ...

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The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride

... if you fear. No, it is not the ghostly wind, bride, ...

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The Gardener XIII: I Asked Nothing

... It was the bird that sang unseen from the thicket ...

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The Gardener XIV: I Was Walking by the Road

... landing-place. I stopped by this hut, I do not know ...

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The Gardener XIX: You Walked

... in the night. You are hidden as a star behind the ...

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The Gardener XL: An Unbelieving Smile

... leave. I have done it so often that you ...

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The Gardener XLII: O Mad, Superbly Drunk

... my sight dim. For years I have gathered and ...

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The Gardener XLIII: No, My Friends

... the forest solitude, if rings no merry ...

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The Gardener XLIV: Reverend Sir, Forgive

... made immortal. If friendly people came and flocked ...

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The Gardener XLV: To the Guests

... the ripples. Let your life lightly dance on the ...

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The Gardener XLVI: You Left Me

... the frail flowers die for nothing, and the wise ...

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The Gardener XLVIII: Free Me

... morning light. I am lost in you, wrapped in the ...