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Found this beautiful  A MOMENT'S INDULGENCE - Rabindranath Tagore I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works  that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.  Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil. Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove. Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure

Have a blessed and prosperous New Year 2008! Okies... dats a fav graphic (Diwali)... but has d meaning of the Gaytri Mantra :) You may listen to the awesome Maha Mantra here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIkEFYdXcWs http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wozyuBsgCn8 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vx0Qzs1xqUg http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=espTd2S-V8I http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ty2XLidTzfc http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5t8kzbJVf4 and this Awesome poem by Rabindra da: the great poem of Tagore which shall ever remind the Indians what kind of India the poet dreamed of : Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high, Where knowledge is free, Where the world has not broken up into fragments by narrow dogmatic walls, 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 lever widening thought and action Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake!

GITANJALI "Song Offerings" Translations made by the author from the original Bengali. ------------------------------------------ Mind Without Fear 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 and action--- Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake. Little Flute Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new. At the immortal touch of thy hands my little h