Rabindranath Tagore – Words and Thoughts



The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night – it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

O beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flatter of they mirror.

The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.

The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
Rabindranath Tagore