Rabindranath Tagore, fully Sir Rabindranath Tagore, sobriquet Gurudev, aka Kabi Guru Rabindranath Thakur or Biswa Kabi

Rabindranath
Tagore, fully Sir Rabindranath Tagore, sobriquet Gurudev, aka Kabi Guru Rabindranath Thakur or Biswa Kabi
1861
1941

Bengalese Mystical Poet, Essayist, Song Composer, Painter, Polymath, Founder Shantaniketan University, awarded Nobel Prize in Literature

Author Quotes

Thou hast risen late, my crescent moon, but my night bird is still awake to greet thee.

Open your doors and look abroad.

Religion is not a fractional thing that can be doled out in fixed weekly or daily measures as one among various subjects in the school syllabus. It is the truth of our complete being, the consciousness of our personal relationship with the infinite; it is the true center of gravity of our life. This we can attain during our childhood by daily living in a place where the truth of the spiritual world is not obscured by a crowd of necessities assuming artificial importance; where life is simple, surrounded by fullness of leisure, by ample space and pure air and profound peace of nature; and where men live with a perfect faith in the eternal life before them.

That which is eternal within the moment only becomes shallow if spread out in time.

The faith waiting in the heart of a seed promises a miracle of life which it cannot prove at once.

The man whose acquaintance with the world does not lead him deeper than science leads him, will never understand what it is that the man with the spiritual vision finds in these natural phenomena. The water does not merely cleanse his limbs, but it p

The question why there is evil in existence is the same as why there is imperfection... But this is the real question we ought to ask: Is this imperfection the final truth, is evil absolute and ultimate?

The tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest. They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate. The free bird cries, O my love, let us fly to the wood. The cage bird whispers, Come hither, let us both live in the cage. Says the free bird, Among bars, where is there room to spread one's wings? Alas, cries the caged bird, I should not know where to sit perched in the sky. The free bird cries, My darling, sing the songs of the woodlands. The cage bird sings, Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of the learned. The forest bird cries, No, ah no! songs can never be taught.

There are two kinds of adventurers: those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they won’t.

Though the West has accepted as its teacher him who boldly proclaimed his oneness with his Father, and who exhorted his followers to be perfect as God, it has never been reconciled to this idea of our unity with the infinite being. It condemns, as a piece of blasphemy, any implication of man's becoming God. This is certainly not the idea that Christ preached, nor perhaps the idea of the Christian mystics, but this seems to be the idea that has become popular in the Christian west. But the highest wisdom in the East holds that it is not the function of our soul to gain God, to utilize him for any special material purpose. All that we can ever aspire to is to become more and more one with God. In the region of nature, which is the region of diversity, we grow by acquisition; in the spiritual world, which is the region of unity, we grow by losing ourselves, by uniting. Gaining a thing, as we have said, is by its nature partial, it is limited only to a particular want; but being is complete, it belongs to our wholeness, it springs not from any necessity but from our affinity with the infinite, which is the principle of perfection that we have in our soul.

Our creation is the modification of relationship.

Religion, like poetry, is not a mere idea, it is expression. The self-expression of God is in the endless variety of creation; and our attitude toward the Infinite Being must also in its expression have a variety of individuality ceaseless and unending. Those sects which jealously build their boundaries with too rigid creeds excluding all spontaneous movement of the living spirit may hoard their theology but they kill religion.

The alter that is drowned in blood. Let your thunder strike Into the prison of false religion, And bring to this unhappy land The light of Knowledge.

The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to the unborn song.

The meaning of our self is not to be found in it's separateness from God and others, but in the ceaseless realisation of yoga, of union; not on the side of the canvas where it is blank, but on the side where the picture is being painted.

The real friendship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.

The tendency in modern civilization is to make the world uniform... Let the mind be universal. The individual should not be sacrificed.

There is a moral law in this world which has its application both to individuals and organized bodies of men. You cannot go on violating these laws in the name of your nation, yet enjoy their advantage as individuals.

Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

Our nature is obscured by work done by the compulsion of want or fear. The mother reveals herself in the service of her children, so our true freedom is not the freedom from action but freedom in action, which can only be attained in the work of love.

Repentance is a gift of God’s grace.

The Apprehension- The more you heap my hands with the coins of love, won't it expose the more the deceit's depth that's within me? Better for me to pay my piling debts and sail away in an empty boat. Better that I should starve and you withdraw your heart filled with nectar and go away. To dull my pain I might wake it in you; to lighten my load I might press it on you; my anguished cry of loneliness well light keep you awake at night - such are my fears, why I don't speak freely. If you can forget, please do. On a lonesome trail I was, when you came along, your eyes set on my face. I thought I'd say, 'Why not come with me? Say something to me, please!' But all of a sudden, as I gazed at your face, I felt afraid. I saw a dormant fire's secret smoulder in the obscure depths of your heart's darkest night. Anchor, should I suddenly fan the flames of your penance into a blazing fire, wouldn't that stark light slash all veils asunder and lay my poverty bare? What have I to offer as sacred fuel to your passion's sacrificial fire? Therefore I say to you with humility: With the memory of our meeting let me return alone Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.

The meaning of the living words that come out of the experiences of great hearts can never be exhausted by any one system of logical interpretation. They have to be endlessly explained by the commentaries of individual lives, and they gain an added mystery in each new revelation. To me the verses of the Upanishads and the teachings of Buddha have ever been things of the spirit, and therefore endowed with boundless vital growth; and I have used them, both in my own life and in my preaching, as being instinct with individual meaning for me, as for others, and awaiting for their confirmation, my own special testimony, which must have its value because of its individuality.

The realization of our soul has its moral and its spiritual side. The moral side represents training of unselfishness, control of desire; the spiritual side represents sympathy and love. They should be taken together and never separated. The cultivation of the merely moral side of our nature leads us to the dark region of narrowness and hardness of heart, to the intolerant arrogance of goodness; and the cultivation of the merely spiritual side of our nature leads us to a still darker region of revelry in intemperance of imagination.

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First Name
Rabindranath
Last Name
Tagore, fully Sir Rabindranath Tagore, sobriquet Gurudev, aka Kabi Guru Rabindranath Thakur or Biswa Kabi
Birth Date
1861
Death Date
1941
Bio

Bengalese Mystical Poet, Essayist, Song Composer, Painter, Polymath, Founder Shantaniketan University, awarded Nobel Prize in Literature