“When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.
I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and thus I am blessed—let this be my parting word.
In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him who is formless.
My whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch; and if the end comes here, let it come—let this be my parting word.”
― Gitanjali
Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
meaning - it is sweet to die for one's country
where the mind is without fear - Tagore
Tagore Essay - from a soldout speech in New York City where one critic stated the following about Tagore- "scolds americans at $700 per scold" jealous because he sold out to 4,000 guests paying $700 per ticket.
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