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Rabindranath Tagore | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
As an author, Tagore mostly worked in Bengali, but subsequent to his achievement with Gitanjali, he translated numerous of his additional workings into English. He wrote over one thousand poems; eight volumes of short stories; approximately two dozen plays and play-lets; eight novels; and many books and essays on philosophy, religion, education and social topics. Tagore wrote eight novels and four novellas, including |
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Chaturanga, Shesher Kobita,Char Odhay,and Noukadubi. Even though Tagore wrote fruitfully in all fictional genres, he was first of all a poet. In the midst of his fifty and odd volumes of poetry are Manasi (1890) [The Ideal One], Sonar Tari (1894) [The Golden Boat], Gitanjali (1910) [Song Offerings], Gitimalya (1914) [Wreath of Songs], and Balaka (1916) [The Flight of Cranes] |
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Sideways from language and drama, his supplementary enormous love was music, Bengali style. He composed more than two thousand songs, both the music and lyrics. Two of them became the national anthems of India and Bangladesh. In 1929 he even began painting. In addition these, he wrote melodic dramas, dance dramas, essays of all types, travel diaries, and two |
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autobiographies. Tagore also left plentiful drawings and paintings, and songs for which he wrote the composition himself. Even though Tagore is an excellent envoy of his nation - India - the man who wrote its national anthem - his existence and workings go far away fromhis country. He is essentially a man of the whole Earth, a product of the most excellent of both conventional Indian, and contemporary Western cultures. |
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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 perfection Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit Where the mind is led forward by thee Into ever-widening thought and action Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake |
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