GEETANJALI RABINDRANATH TAGORE PDF

Containing an assortment of one hundred and three poems, Gitanjali: Rabindranath Tagore is an English translation of various poems and works of the . Gitanjali – Profound spiritual poems of Rabindranath Tagore written after a period of great turmoil, during which he lost much of his family. Project Gutenberg · 58, free ebooks · 33 by Rabindranath Tagore. Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore. No cover available. Download; Bibrec.

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Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. Want to Read saving…. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Refresh and try again. Open Preview See a Problem? Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Preview — Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore. Song Offerings by Rabindranath Tagore. Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore was one of the most important writers in 20th-century Indian literature. Among his expansive and impressive body of work, “Gitanjali” is regarded as one of his greatest achievements, and has been a perennial bestseller since it was first published in Paperback80 pages.

Published January 1st by Digireads. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about Gitanjaliplease sign up. It’s so simple and amusingly obscure that we ignore the aspect of lives which is most important for its sustenance, love.

These songs teach you about that and if I have the liberty, I must say that all emotions are distorted forms of love. And Guruji as Rabindranath Tagore was or is fondly called reflects on that aspect without mentioning it explicitly and how we can find joy in our lives. I hope this helps.

See all 3 questions about Gitanjali…. Lists with This Book. Lovers of poetry and beauty, Seekers of spiritual enlightment. I am letting my heart pour out over this review. Read it if you want to or if have some time to spare. I always wanted to write a review on Geetanjalias it has been very close to my heart and always will be, but something stopped me tayore time I made rabindranaty attempt.

Maybe it was the memory of all the overflowing emotions which I had experienced while reading these poems or it was my immense love and respect for its writer that made me feel unworthy to make any sort of comm Warning: Maybe it was the memory of all the overflowing emotions which I had experienced while reading these poems or it was my immense love and respect for its writer that made me feel unworthy to make any hagore of comment on his work, I cannot point out.

Gitanjali – Profound Spiritual Poems of Rabindranath Tagore

He says it is all right, and hence I am writing this review. I am writing this review, because I think I might die if I do not do so and do not ask me why.

It was my mother who introduced me to the beautiful world of literature. When I was kid, all I could hear from her were stories she read as a child or stories which she read just for me. As I grew older, she started talking to me about her favorite authors and why they mattered so much. One day, when I was 12, she showed me her copy of Geetanjali which she had read when she was 14 it was a translation in Telugu, our native language. She held it with lot of care as it was an old copy and was in a bad shape, as it was subjected to a of lot of re-readings.

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She sat next to me and read a few poems aloud, from her favorite passages she had marked as a child. Poetry intimidated me then and I never tried to take it seriously. She smiled at me and said nothing. I looked at her in awe; she looked immensely happy, almost in bliss.

And I said nothing. I believe people should be allowed to celebrate their birthday doing what they love the most; hence I read. So like always, I selected my favorite corner of our house, sat down and started reading my new gift. This is how the book started: Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new. At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable. Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

I re-read it again. And this went on for next five hours, until I finished reading and re-reading all the poems. After those five hours, once I felt that my heart was content, I ran to hug my mother and thanked her. I was in love. I never knew what it felt like to be in love, but it had to be something like what I was feeling at that moment because it felt so wonderful; almost as if my heart would burst out with happiness.

The rest of the day I was gleaming with joy, I was just going on and on about these poems and my mother, my sweet mother, listened to me with all her patience and a smile on her face.

Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore

Since that day, Geetanjali has always been with me; like a true friend. During those days, I used to fall asleep reading it, carry it to my school, read it whenever I was overjoyed,read it whenever any kind of sadness overtook me; the result was the same: I experienced spiritual bliss every single time. There was a time when I stopped reading all other books, it was just Geetanjali for me. I was having a serious love affair with my new-found favorite book.

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I am still addicted to this book. I read it everyday, aloud, to let those words sink into my heart with their weight of beauty. It is almost a habit now.

Even today I find my eyes filled with tears as I read these poems. I do not have an exact answer for you if you would ask me that.

Maybe some books are written for some people. Though he wrote these poems out of spiritual love or maybe for other million reasons, I believed that out of those million reasons, one would have been to support my existence in this world. Words fail me when I try to explain why I am so devoted to this book.

Maybe because I have similar spiritual geetanjsli going on inside me, or maybe I feel the similar kind of love, if not as great as Tagore’s, for the Unknown. Now something about this book, excluding my dramatic emotions related to it. Tagore loved God; loved him in love’s literal and truest sense. He was a spiritual man, and his poems depict that love.

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Only love and nothing else; in its purest and pious form. He sees God in nature, in his friends, in his lover, in children, and in God Himself. Each poem is filled with tenderness of an infant’s smile, longing of a lovelorn young woman, sincerity of worshiper, pride of a father and love of a mother. These are few of the poems I personally love: Poem 26 He came and sat by my side but I woke not. What a cursed sleep it was, O miserable me! He geetanjaki when the night was still; he had his harp in his hands, and my dreams became resonant with its melodies.

Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep? Poem 32 By all means they try to hold me secure who love me in this world. But it is otherwise with thy love which is greater than theirs, and thou keepest me free. Lest I forget them they never beetanjali to leave me alone. But day passes by after day and thou art not seen. If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

Passing Breeze Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love, O beloved of my heartthis golden light that dances upon geeetanjali leaves, these idle clouds sailing across the sky, this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead.

The morning light has flooded my eyesthis is thy message to my heart. Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes, and my heart hagore touched thy feet. Another one which depicts his longing for His love: She She who ever had remained in the depth of my being, in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses; she who never opened her veils in the morning light, will be my last gift to thee, my God, folded in my final song. Words have wooed yet failed to win her; persuasion has stretched to her its eager arms in vain.

I have roamed from country to country keeping her in the core of my heart, and around her have risen and fallen the growth and decay of my life. Over my thoughts and actions, my slumbers and dreams, she reigned yet dwelled alone and apart. Many a man knocked at my door and asked for her and turned away in despair.

There was none in the world who ever saw her face to face, and she remained in her loneliness waiting for thy recognition. For Tagore, death was reliever.

Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore

He always looked at death as his friend who would finally take him and make him stand face to face with God. O thou the last fulfilment of life, Death, my death, come and whisper to me! Day after day I have kept watch for thee; for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life.