Here’s an excerpt from his Nobel Prize-winning work Gitanjali — as much prayer as poem. I’m just beginning to awaken to the beauty found in Rabindranath Tagore’s writing. :
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 & action--
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
This is my prayer to thee, my lord--strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart.
Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.
Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.
Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.
And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.
That's just a portion. I'm gaining so many highlights in my free Kindle copy, there's almost as much yellow as regular text on some pages. His depth of thought and meaning move me, and I find something new to love in it every time I open it.