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    Fruit-Gathering

    By Rabindranath Tagore

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    This is a compelling book and the prose is simply beautiful even if you must reread it to understand the true meaning. Every poem makes you think with your mind, feel it with your heart, and enlighten with your whole being. This is poetry at its' best even in translation.

    Let me share with you some excerpts of what I enjoyed out of this great work of inspiration "Fruit Gathering":

    Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless in facing them.

    Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.

    Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield but to my own strength.

    Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved but hope for the patience to win my freedom.

    Grant me that I may not be a coward, feeling your mercy in my success alone; but let me find the grasp of your hand in my failure.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookRix
    Release dateJan 8, 2019
    ISBN9783736803442
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    Fruit-Gathering
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    Rabindranath Tagore

    Rabindranath Tagore, India's most well-known poet and litterateur and arguably the finest Bengali poet ever, reshaped Bengali literature and music. He became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913.Gulzar, an acclaimed film-maker, lyricist and author, he is the recipient of a number of Filmfare and National Awards, the Oscar for Best Lyricist and the Dadasaheb Phalke Award.

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