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Quote by Rabindranath Tagore

“He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.”

Quote by Rabindranath Tagore

Work

Gitanjali

Gitanjali is a collection of poems that explores themes of love, nature, and spiritual longing. The work is known for its lyrical beauty and philosophical depth, reflecting the poet's deep connection to both the natural world and the divine. more

Author

Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore, a renowned Indian poet, writer, philosopher, and social activist, was born on May 7, 1861, in Calcutta, and passed away on August 7, 1941. Tagore's works blend the influences of traditional Indian literature and Western literature, and his poetry, novels, plays, and essays have won the hearts of readers worldwide. He was the first Asian writer to win the Nobel Prize in Literature, and his works have had a profound impact on world literature. more

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