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quadgram	frequency
i do not know	20
at the end of	16
all of a sudden	16
the shadow of the	12
on the seashore of	12
know not how to	11
in a corner of	11
the edge of the	11
there was no one	11
the end of the	10
the music of the	10
the heart of the	10
for the first time	10
the macmillan company publishers	9
by the side of	9
they know not how	9
the seashore of endless	9
in the midst of	9
the son of the	9
the side of the	9
seashore of endless worlds	9
nothing to do with	9
on the other side	9
fifth avenue new york	9
at the sight of	8
i know not how	8
the heat of the	8
from a drawing by	8
do not know why	8
with the help of	8
come to my lake	8
that is why the	8
at the foot of	8
the kingdom of cards	8
the rest of the	8
o come to my	8
in the depth of	8
in the middle of	8
the babus of nayanjore	8
when i was a	7
that is to say	7
the whole of the	7
that is why i	7
that i could not	7
in the same way	7
in the heat of	7
it seemed to me	7
in the kingdom of	7
the middle of the	7
and that is why	7
there was a king	7
at the age of	7
i will tell you	6
as i have said	6
the darkness of night	6
for a long time	6
i know not why	6
it is not for	6
every now and then	6
as soon as he	6
i have come to	6
bank of the river	6
with the seven wings	6
the chota lord sahib	6
the light of the	6
it is difficult to	6
go to fetch water	6
fate has not cheated	6
how to cast nets	6
out of the house	6
at the same time	6
that in mind and	6
in the light of	6
not cheated me of	6
in mind and rejoice	6
through the open window	6
in the darkness of	6
the bank of the	6
came to an end	6
the other side of	6
i know not what	6
my fate has not	6
from door to door	6
palace with the seven	6
i stand before thee	6
on the top of	6
has not cheated me	6
cheated me of everything	6
keep that in mind	6
a corner of the	6
the time for the	6
not how to cast	6
the beauty of the	6
it is time for	6
the foot of the	6
wish i were a	5
according to the rules	5
to the tune of	5
that is why it	5
once upon a time	5
in the morning i	5
son of the merchant	5
on the third storey	5
the story of the	5
loiter over your toilet	5
but there was no	5
i am not dead	5
in the palace with	5
a great deal of	5
the seven seas and	5
in search of the	5
was not at all	5
of the inner apartments	5
do not loiter over	5
the door of the	5
the rays of the	5
the depth of the	5
in the dim light	5
at the edge of	5
come to my door	5
the end of his	5
in one of the	5
the dim light of	5
to be found in	5
from time to time	5
but i dare not	5
i could see the	5
the world of men	5
was no one there	5
the edge of a	5
in the shadow of	5
in the early morning	5
would now and then	5
thee face to face	5
as one of the	5
on the occasion of	5
he was going to	5
the twos and threes	5
comes back to me	5
there was not a	5
i cannot say that	5
as a matter of	5
the service of the	5
give me the strength	5
the palace with the	5
the shade of the	5
by the macmillan company	5
could not have been	5
not loiter over your	5
from the original bengali	5
shall i stand before	5
the dust of the	5
it seems to me	5
before thee face to	5
pass by our door	5
but he did not	5
stand before thee face	5
i am reminded of	5
to the conclusion that	5
come as you are	5
the free bird cries	4
is not for nothing	4
came to the conclusion	4
behind the trees whenever	4
in the way of	4
the son of a	4
in the presence of	4
me ever feel that	4
and pale gleams the	4
the night is dark	4
as soon as i	4
in my dreams and	4
it is not the	4
he choose to come	4
first day of asarh	4
the depth of my	4
drunken and go to	4
in one salutation to	4
home in the evening	4
from room to room	4
not know how to	4
they go to fetch	4
and in a moment	4
author from the original	4
to come to my	4
who stole sleep from	4
of the rainy season	4
i am as big	4
in the shade of	4
in mere idle sport	4
pale gleams the smile	4
why did he choose	4
from end to end	4
the shadows of the	4
pangs of this sorrow	4
let this be my	4
be drunken and go	4
i cannot understand them	4
i could not say	4
when the marketing is	4
bring sweet things to	4
i have still something	4
never be an ascetic	4
rays of the sun	4
when i bring sweet	4
me carry the pangs	4
at the corner of	4
lips when he sleeps	4
possible for me to	4
the feet of the	4
round and round the	4
do you hurry with	4
blue of the sky	4
i had no idea	4
one salutation to thee	4
i thought to myself	4
gleams the smile of	4
do you sit there	4
is simple as a	4
i had never before	4
me is simple as	4
and there was no	4
you and me is	4
the pangs of this	4
and me is simple	4
in the land of	4
in front of the	4
the guest has come	4
sorrow in my dreams	4
am as big as	4
shall never be an	4
in the case of	4
i wish i were	4
why do you sit	4
the author from the	4
it is impossible to	4
you are my own	4
stars in the sky	4
that i had been	4
to my heart and	4
i sing to make	4
is a rumour that	4
love between you and	4
to the end of	4
i am ashamed to	4
the presence of the	4
i began to write	4
the stars in the	4
whenever they go to	4
comes and goes away	4
was one of the	4
from the standpoint of	4
simple as a song	4
smile of the sea	4
as soon as the	4
hurry with your basket	4
let me carry the	4
in the hands of	4
a portion of the	4
who stands behind the	4
the top of the	4
on the verge of	4
and was about to	4
end of the day	4
dreams and in my	4
on the way to	4
them away i cannot	4
let me ever feel	4
the smile that flickers	4
in the corner of	4
under the name of	4
in the fairy tale	4
stands behind the trees	4
i cannot tell how	4
it would have been	4
no one in the	4
to get rid of	4
coming out of the	4
the touch of the	4
sweet things to your	4
i do not remember	4
a corner of my	4
under the shade of	4
sing to make you	4
did he choose to	4
know where it was	4
have nothing to do	4
choose to come to	4
things to your greedy	4
the marketing is over	4
to make you smile	4
and the son of	4
thus it is that	4
the land of the	4
smile that flickers on	4
joys and sorrows of	4
in this world of	4
in front of him	4
carry the pangs of	4
let only that little	4
my dreams and in	4
of this sorrow in	4
put me to shame	4
trees whenever they go	4
he is grown up	4
of endless worlds children	4
do not know what	4
i could not have	4
the great court cards	4
when you went away	4
and go to the	4
between you and me	4
go to the dogs	4
let me not forget	4
sat down on the	4
by the author from	4
i was a child	4
by rabindranath tagore translated	4
once there was a	4
for he is grown	4
to the accompaniment of	4
not close your wings	4
she said to me	4
had nothing to do	4
this love between you	4
as if i had	4
it happens to be	4
at the feet of	4
where do you hurry	4
to make you dance	4
there on the floor	4
do you think i	4
does anybody know where	4
and in my wakeful	4
your words are dark	4
i shall never be	4
do not close your	4
for the golden stag	4
at the door of	4
to your greedy hands	4
have still something left	4
in the course of	4
anybody know where it	4
the queen of hearts	4
this sorrow in my	4
when i sing to	4
son of the kotwal	4
i wish i could	4
endless worlds children meet	4
tell me a story	4
i could not make	4
forget for a moment	4
turn them away i	4
you hurry with your	4
that there was no	4
avenue new york the	4
in my wakeful hours	4
there is a rumour	4
in the world of	4
the help of the	4
let your work be	4
without asking my leave	4
i did not know	4
i have not the	4
the smile of the	4
i bring sweet things	4
the trees whenever they	4
published by the macmillan	3
under the shadow of	3
for fear you should	3
of which i am	3
to stay at home	3
the beauties of the	3
do you put me	3
nothing in sea or	3
the first day of	3
to give myself up	3
play with empty shells	3
the joy of the	3
name is known to	3
the names of the	3
dust of the earth	3
want to give you	3
they are no longer	3
those who came to	3
on my way back	3
o the keen call	3
my husband came to	3
her name is ranjan	3
he comes and goes	3
there is only one	3
it was in the	3
the strife of the	3
i know your art	3
you ask for all	3
the heart of our	3
but i am not	3
in the house of	3
myself up at last	3
gather pebbles and scatter	3
on the river bank	3
that i have not	3
i love to hear	3
who was it coloured	3
a break in the	3
how could there be	3
twos and threes were	3
the end of her	3
has happened to you	3
it is for the	3
you put me to	3
me in the evening	3
dust of the road	3
i am grown up	3
while children gather pebbles	3
the stillness of the	3
that it was the	3
know why there is	3
the king of the	3
coloured that little frock	3
tears came to my	3
you walked by the	3
all dark and lonesome	3
my hand and said	3
love to give myself	3
i were only a	3
only that little be	3
we crown thee king	3
never been able to	3
under the banyan tree	3
i am sure i	3
in a kind of	3
was the time when	3
tell me if this	3
i bow to you	3
he took his seat	3
the verge of the	3
the mind of the	3
never occurred to me	3
was walking by the	3
in fear and trembling	3
heat of the day	3
from house to house	3
for the last time	3
i got into the	3
at dead of night	3
give myself up at	3
for love to give	3
of which i have	3
deity of the ruined	3
the banks of the	3
a large number of	3
to me it was	3
to keep up the	3
in the lap of	3
to say to you	3
the shelter of the	3
not how to swim	3
me the strength to	3
the noise of the	3
nobel prizeman in literature	3
to the railway station	3
the depths of the	3
if it were only	3
the day when the	3
at the touch of	3
not for nothing he	3
ever feel that i	3
in the morning light	3
he sent for me	3
and forgive me my	3
children have their play	3
the whole of my	3
not forget for a	3
you should do so	3
the joys and sorrows	3
drawing by nandalall bose	3
it were only a	3
i shall become a	3
like to become the	3
become the boatman of	3
pot of the tulsi	3
that is not the	3
rooms on the third	3
got hold of a	3
sitting at the window	3
and lay down on	3
up and down the	3
fishers dive for pearls	3
i call them and	3
a sudden gust of	3
the sound of the	3
the keen call of	3
seas and the thirteen	3
me if this be	3
where the pot of	3
and her name is	3
play on the seashore	3
the name of the	3
float them on the	3
on the bank of	3
in the evening songs	3
of the setting sun	3
your baby is silly	3
sleep that flits on	3
to be content with	3
one day he had	3
the smell of the	3
to go to school	3
i shall ever try	3
the fringe of trees	3
the rest of us	3
a word to say	3
the pot of the	3
of the rest of	3
i am only waiting	3
out of the room	3
and they play with	3
there is nothing to	3
know thee as my	3
leaves they weave their	3
were only a little	3
in the evening light	3
do you not know	3
the thirteen rivers of	3
i am going to	3
of the tulsi plant	3
the night was dark	3
you are going to	3
sent for me to	3
make up my mind	3
shadow of the tree	3
their boats and smilingly	3
i should like to	3
seek not for hidden	3
for ever so long	3
by the riverside path	3
i will hire you	3
on the sea of	3
the top of that	3
none in the world	3
up at last into	3
did not know that	3
terrace where the pot	3
time there was a	3
was sleeping in the	3
from the beginning of	3
of the normal school	3
the cool shade of	3
is why it is	3
this time i was	3
to me of the	3
and anjan they call	3
at last into his	3
children gather pebbles and	3
call of thy flute	3
a friend of mine	3
who is there to	3
the rule of the	3
time for me to	3
if i were only	3
is to be found	3
should like to become	3
a letter for me	3
is not in the	3
on the edge of	3
floating in the sky	3
in the process of	3
walked by the riverside	3
on the vast deep	3
was in a cage	3
is time for me	3
a letter for you	3
will hire you with	3
bird was in a	3
of one of the	3
in the days of	3
catch a glimpse of	3
is known to all	3
i could think of	3
of our village is	3
the bird of the	3
to be drunken and	3
with the weight of	3
what do you think	3
stood in the way	3
over and over again	3
to take me to	3
and there was a	3
the tulsi plant stands	3
feel that i have	3
i am sure that	3
by sir rabindranath tagore	3
in our country the	3
the light of my	3
the poor fellow had	3
came into the house	3
and smilingly float them	3
the midst of the	3
in the hope of	3
in the dusk of	3
am only waiting for	3
bowed to the ground	3
i would not have	3
put out the lamp	3
can never be made	3
it is not a	3
i found that the	3
when in the morning	3
bear the idea of	3
that would have been	3
sail in their ships	3
stay at home and	3
it would hardly be	3
and the thirteen rivers	3
they seek not for	3
i come to you	3
they call our river	3
it seemed to him	3
our village is khanjan	3
to me like a	3
the folk who live	3
that why they call	3
me not forget for	3
the blue of the	3
how am i to	3
the pages of the	3
for the sake of	3
anjan they call our	3
and scatter them again	3
smilingly float them on	3
them on the vast	3
of the sky is	3
me in this world	3
they weave their boats	3
in the valmiki pratibha	3
other side of the	3
all the time that	3
i have never been	3
with the burden of	3
at my cottage door	3
why they call you	3
he would now and	3
a bit of a	3
as she went on	3
went on with my	3
their houses with sand	3
the seashore of worlds	3
withered leaves they weave	3
the gloom of the	3
it came to me	3
inner garden was my	3
a short time before	3
when i try to	3
upon me like a	3
the sleep that flits	3
that little be left	3
which i am writing	3
the nines and tens	3
when i come to	3
lichi tree by the	3
if you would be	3
to sing it to	3
that it was a	3
each one of the	3
keep staring at the	3
i could not see	3
and you will be	3
so i had to	3
at the cost of	3
the tame bird was	3
vanished in a moment	3
it is easy to	3
shame with a look	3
the first time in	3
at the height of	3
in the cup of	3
this song of mine	3
little be left of	3
to get hold of	3
the sands of the	3
in the form of	3
the whole of our	3
was it coloured that	3
be my parting word	3
rabindranath tagore translated from	3
did not care to	3
as big as father	3
the corner of our	3
seven seas and the	3
middle of the day	3
the secret of your	3
day by day i	3
of the ruined temple	3
was very fond of	3
the end of a	3
when i grow up	3
thirteen rivers of fairyland	3
with withered leaves they	3
and sat down on	3
seven seas and thirteen	3
who is that beautiful	3
when i am grown	3
is to be seen	3
from my earliest years	3
in the heart of	3
secret of your heart	3
had come into the	3
and every now and	3
the tops of the	3
the sky of my	3
the boatman of the	3
for all that one	3
the memory of my	3
that it was not	3
came to my eyes	3
was at the time	3
why do you put	3
lost no time in	3
shall ever try to	3
that is why he	3
a drawing by nandalall	3
of the banyan tree	3
but she would not	3
when in the evening	3
to put up with	3
the hearts of men	3
had for me a	3
my house is all	3
i was a mere	3
they have not the	3
would hardly be correct	3
the cry of the	3
i felt as if	3
house is all dark	3
ten in the morning	3
i would go to	3
my door and asked	3
my eldest brother was	3
on the side of	3
not for hidden treasures	3
glance at me and	3
of thee and me	3
not appear to be	3
with the full pitcher	3
their play on the	3
name of our village	3
it is hard to	3
did not appear to	3
all that one has	3
the name of our	3
the lamp went out	3
last into his hands	3
i have to say	3
known to all the	3
the beginning of time	3
on the floor in	3
keen call of thy	3
in the eyes of	3
the bend of the	3
spray of spring flowers	3
the cage bird whispers	3
weave their boats and	3
i long to go	3
i shall have to	3
they play with empty	3
have their play on	3
the water in the	3
the time when my	3
smell of the wet	3
in the centre of	3
banks of the river	3
birth of the war	3
up my mind to	3
only waiting for love	3
me to shame with	3
for two or three	3
this be my parting	3
the mystery of the	3
on the contrary he	3
pebbles and scatter them	3
is that beautiful lady	3
my husband had been	3
with the morning light	3
the leaves of the	3
my name is known	3
come to an end	3
garden was my paradise	3
to shame with a	3
i am afraid i	3
build their houses with	3
from side to side	3
and it seemed to	3
who was it that	3
from head to foot	3
ask for all that	3
tame bird was in	3
to become the boatman	3
me to sing it	3
heart of our hearts	3
one or other of	3
in point of fact	3
me away from the	3
why do you look	3
that i had not	3
could not bear the	3
both live in the	3
at the window of	3
there was no need	3
merchants sail in their	3
the burden of my	3
on the return journey	3
this was the time	3
walking by the road	3
with her own hands	3
is that why they	3
the eyes of the	3
seas and thirteen rivers	3
my bride and i	3
was the beginning of	3
had no chance of	3
is the time for	3
for time is short	3
waiting for love to	3
boats and smilingly float	3
in the depths of	3
are you going to	3
who was within me	3
for me to go	3
i was walking by	3
to all the village	3
hardly be correct to	3
do not know how	3
the spray of spring	3
it was not the	3
and stood before me	3
give me back my	3
i was at the	3
is all dark and	3
lend me your light	3
did not know how	3
it coloured that little	3
i felt i had	3
see the clouds wrapping	2
was a time when	2
and take my departure	2
i still remember the	2
i went on with	2
not come near you	2
is music in leaves	2
the purposes of the	2
imagine we are travelling	2
stood at my cottage	2
corner of our terrace	2
i will end my	2
ballads to the children	2
looking out on the	2
there was nothing in	2
beautiful lady in the	2
depth of my being	2
of the eternal universe	2
home to me when	2
pleasure streams from the	2
in the seclusion of	2
looked at my face	2
i went to england	2
i am not going	2
tender and silent mystery	2
on the slope of	2
and last time in	2
when i give coloured	2
there and jingle your	2
my feet are languid	2
when i came back	2
a summons has come	2
my life will be	2
of this period of	2
the early morning light	2
for me to get	2
i girded up my	2
champa and his six	2
a short time a	2
i often wonder where	2
spices wrapped in betel	2
became a champa flower	2
the first glimmer of	2
more about the evening	2
for the rest of	2
empty days to draw	2
do you see the	2
not one of those	2
evening cloud floating in	2
else in the world	2
what pleasure streams from	2
smile and fill me	2
now it is the	2
he gave up the	2
received more than i	2
but i find that	2
day of breezy march	2
heart unbidden even as	2
often wonder where lie	2
the harp of the	2
and put them on	2
i had to bear	2
song of mine will	2
with a plentiful supply	2
back again to their	2
if only i could	2
this world is sweet	2
this is what i	2
what have i to	2
is the great meeting	2
glee the tinkling of	2
the sight of the	2
by sasi kumar hesh	2
lifted in the night	2
am small because i	2
with the touch of	2
i did not come	2
down on the floor	2
the top of her	2
the mother was a	2
and filled my heart	2
not old enough to	2
the first time that	2
we are to play	2
i woke up and	2
how can i leave	2
handed it to him	2
that is why you	2
day of the rains	2
i leave her and	2
not thee in my	2
down the steps to	2
the cup of the	2
to be able to	2
which i had to	2
queen of hearts from	2
is that which we	2
i stood in the	2
year of my life	2
have i listened to	2
the story of his	2
which goes on in	2
anybody know from where	2
but i am sure	2
is to pass by	2
of your anklet bells	2
the streets were all	2
of the time when	2
the fair was on	2
with the rest of	2
my earliest years i	2
it was the sound	2
he had come to	2
as the youngest of	2
for you from the	2
even as one of	2
voice rose into the	2
why are those tears	2
kiss you to make	2
that if i were	2
lady in the palace	2
want to be learned	2
i plucked your flower	2
that can never be	2
was to be found	2
like a beggar maid	2
the great meeting of	2
was more like a	2
to talk to me	2
was then busy with	2
very shame i could	2
and put it on	2
sit perched in the	2
the world in its	2
he had been a	2
there happened to be	2
and if you come	2
to the exclusion of	2
to play the game	2
hire you with my	2
in the folds of	2
i am hunting for	2
is such a play	2
on the row of	2
if you must have	2
heat of the midday	2
of an age with	2
rain comes down in	2
when the heart is	2
that was the first	2
is why he has	2
i feel i want	2
day on the scorching	2
began to cry out	2
rabindranath tagore from the	2
in the trackless water	2
good enough to call	2
a wandering madman was	2
hemangini said to her	2
the spring days are	2
could hardly have been	2
yourself the secret of	2
roams in the pathless	2
the two sisters go	2
wishes it were a	2
at the university college	2
and gave orders for	2
my face to the	2
is not the one	2
moon touched the edge	2
was no one in	2
a dream i went	2
the sad music of	2
through the twilight sky	2
child as i was	2
the end of my	2
me and went on	2
i raised a temple	2
on the story of	2
have to say to	2
the gong sounds ten	2
in the love of	2
in the thick of	2
i be an arab	2
two flunkeys in livery	2
in the noonday heat	2
freshness that blooms on	2
through the dark night	2
the smile was first	2
long to speak the	2
the sharps and flats	2
in the dream of	2
by rabindranath tagore nobel	2
that i had a	2
you to make you	2
went to seek the	2
i know thee as	2
pearl drops in her	2
should not know where	2
it out of the	2
young girl it lay	2
your willing hands i	2
left over from your	2
call them and say	2
sing meaningless ballads to	2
days of hard travail	2
when you are in	2
stood me in good	2
thou art making me	2
i wander through nameless	2
to the edge of	2
was seeking the touchstone	2
into which i had	2
yellow bird sings in	2
he came to the	2
why flowers are painted	2
i hold her hands	2
me back my child	2
if this be all	2
i knew not how	2
a boy of fourteen	2
rumour that a young	2
a matter of fact	2
started up from my	2
i sat at my	2
sit like a beggar	2
come to a stop	2
at the sky with	2
remember a day in	2
there was no sound	2
on the day of	2
come to this spot	2
in my own treasure	2
this pair of sinners	2
and the lamp that	2
me in good stead	2
shelter of the house	2
it is so difficult	2
ask for last kind	2
the full meaning of	2
i feel that the	2
the infinite sky is	2
and sat by my	2
could say no more	2
one of the reasons	2
i should be reborn	2
i stood and watched	2
did not want to	2
stood at the edge	2
just in front of	2
the workman and his	2
come and i am	2
the place where the	2
just for a moment	2
kingdom of cards the	2
he allowed me to	2
tagore nobel prizeman in	2
have the effect of	2
worlds the children meet	2
knew what was coming	2
in the habit of	2
like a mother while	2
lay pervading her heart	2
burning fire of desire	2
not how to answer	2
this sudden call to	2
the greater part of	2
had been unable to	2
wife from the west	2
to come to thy	2
whisper in your ear	2
young prince did pass	2
it is i want	2
and then in the	2
have you been doing	2
the company of his	2
my elder brothers had	2
in the pupils of	2
pervading her heart in	2
the fairy mistress of	2
in the bosom of	2
they build their houses	2
all and take my	2
if no road be	2
only a little puppy	2
but i would not	2
ferryboat when i am	2
is no longer the	2
are standing in the	2
light of a lamp	2
on the crest of	2
though i was a	2
with the outer world	2
dream of a dew	2
are languid with the	2
restless water is boisterous	2
with sand and they	2
i want to give	2
said to the world	2
by day i float	2
would have been much	2
a lighted lamp in	2
the troubles of the	2
what i could not	2
way back from the	2
i remember how once	2
did not dare to	2
mere child as i	2
moved to pity and	2
an invitation from labanya	2
of a rich man	2
seated on the ground	2
is not the ghostly	2
of my playmate of	2
in the morning and	2
of it through the	2
remains recorded in the	2
edge of the tank	2
clings to my heart	2
to put in a	2
like a stray dog	2
where the barber in	2
the village slept in	2
you left me and	2
and at other times	2
for a short time	2
shadows of the forest	2
my heart as its	2
the dreams of the	2
here all day long	2
the cage bird says	2
the post office act	2
the day wears on	2
to the congress fund	2
the midst of this	2
the dusk of the	2
for nothing that he	2
have given me a	2
had discovered a way	2
my brother must have	2
my skirt over my	2
what they say to	2
my days and nights	2
world seems to me	2
of great interest to	2
i go on for	2
maids in the verandah	2
make me the gardener	2
right back to the	2
the mysteries of the	2
i heard from the	2
was on before the	2
and press her to	2
i know not if	2
me who you are	2
bird sings in their	2
the sky from end	2
go back to your	2
the little big man	2
forgotten to braid my	2
perched in the sky	2
of the merchant and	2
have a pair of	2
give free play to	2
fill me with shame	2
soft freshness that blooms	2
come to thy door	2
somebody who stands behind	2
my dark corner is	2
if baby only wanted	2
the age of fifteen	2
one of the boys	2
of voices to the	2
silent mystery of love	2
translated from bengali to	2
you are the silliest	2
to find that the	2
to bear the brunt	2
on the first day	2
lay down on the	2
of a crescent moon	2
a young pale beam	2
my return from the	2
pitcher and come home	2
for a moment i	2
every one of them	2
in the hope that	2
dreams is coming towards	2
it makes you laugh	2
i kiss you to	2
but that is not	2
know you too easily	2
in his life that	2
then true that the	2
i had lost my	2
left me and went	2
that she was not	2
at my face in	2
is abroad and children	2
a day in my	2
the ranks of the	2
but i received more	2
seek what i cannot	2
hungry stones and other	2
path with the full	2
held my hand and	2
the hungry stones and	2
wrote in a letter	2
i tried to make	2
the fulness of its	2
it all the more	2
come to you to	2
a lot of books	2
know i shall love	2
next the open window	2
forgive this pair of	2
to him and asked	2
he had an extraordinary	2
when i saw that	2
first and last time	2
upon the eyes of	2
workman and his wife	2
rumour that it has	2
not a rose did	2
it was a poem	2
skirt over my face	2
the end of your	2
a part of my	2
in front of my	2
now the day has	2
the poor queen of	2
be allowed to remain	2
heart was full of	2
and the heat of	2
is like the cry	2
heat of the sun	2
in and out of	2
of the duties of	2
father writes a lot	2
i give up all	2
was a keen student	2
was a matter of	2
the rain comes down	2
how much of the	2
the gardener of your	2
the sight of their	2
for it is not	2
riverside path with the	2
boat in the ditch	2
because i am a	2
not what you thought	2
the ferryboat when i	2
sat silent in the	2
the farther side of	2
only stood at the	2
they come with their	2
the first or second	2
it is only twelve	2
and why waves send	2
that i was in	2
got the better of	2
singing to my father	2
at this time i	2
to the tinkling of	2
if i remember right	2
mind that she would	2
my brother jyotirindra and	2
the blood in my	2
my eyes and answer	2
a play of colours	2
bring you coloured toys	2
could not remember whether	2
boatman of the ferryboat	2
death will knock at	2
heed of what they	2
eyes you could plunder	2
left for me in	2
an age with each	2
live in the cage	2
what was the use	2
he would not have	2
days to draw my	2
is no need to	2
expectation of the night	2
it seemed as if	2
to be a mere	2
of my literary life	2
has not yet come	2
to what useless inconsequence	2
vast expanse of sand	2
in the morning the	2
to be paid for	2
come to the edge	2
the breeze of the	2
where the mind is	2
world of men in	2
is none in the	2
as soon as they	2
dead of night i	2
in the fulness of	2
and why fruits are	2
well do i remember	2
the woman that we	2
i go alone at	2
the owner of the	2
to braid my hair	2
there was nothing there	2
i shake my head	2
the songs of the	2
it is getting late	2
more than i could	2
the boy of seven	2
of the joys and	2
by your dear feet	2
i would then be	2
sadness of my soul	2
i only remember that	2
there room to spread	2
where did you pick	2
impressed on my mind	2
i think of that	2
comes and sits by	2
for a boy of	2
it would be splendid	2
the name of vividha	2
i am a little	2
i know that the	2
that it might be	2
first days of asarh	2
of pleasure and pain	2
he began to treat	2
in the days when	2
way to the river	2
tinkling of your anklet	2
not the ghostly wind	2
to know where my	2
merely because something has	2
the standpoint of the	2
dim light of the	2
i had a great	2
the infinite within the	2
i suppose i must	2
is the heart of	2
my heart was full	2
at what hour i	2
of my past life	2
autumn wind and sun	2
the thick foliage of	2
but i have never	2
was the sound of	2
doors and windows and	2
myself with the thought	2
a smile and a	2
i know why there	2
with the nines and	2
of the movements of	2
art making me worthy	2
to give free play	2
it has not been	2
to write to him	2
why there is honey	2
a moment all the	2
of a sudden the	2
in the strife of	2
to wait till the	2
that it has its	2
for a few days	2
the fairy tale is	2
it round my neck	2
the kotwal and the	2
and i know not	2
me to keep a	2
among the branches of	2
to take shelter in	2
was not i who	2
strung on a thread	2
they met when the	2
i came to myself	2
of the boatman madhu	2
in the evening breeze	2
shall love death as	2
not the means of	2
the young prince did	2
on her way to	2
travels to seek my	2
of the bengali language	2
mistress of dreams is	2
languid with the burden	2
both land and water	2
cannot say that he	2
sitting in the dust	2
do i remember the	2
we laughed and said	2
it was the beginning	2
up all claims to	2
for the parting be	2
bow to you all	2
the rest of their	2
i do not want	2
was late when the	2
day he comes and	2
one of the most	2
however that may be	2
none lives for ever	2
many a fleeting moment	2
jumped up and down	2
the twinkling of an	2
that he is not	2
the play of cloud	2
by the same author	2
of his own composition	2
heart longs day and	2
lit my dark corner	2
he suddenly found himself	2
journey with my father	2
was lost in the	2
had never before come	2
pitcher upon your hip	2
the light has grown	2
and his six brothers	2
at this critical juncture	2
these poems was the	2
of these first days	2
part of the world	2
on many an occasion	2
the call of the	2
in the solitude of	2
but for all that	2
hindu mela was an	2
touch with the world	2
became clear to me	2
he is a friend	2
it is true that	2
writes a lot of	2
night was dark when	2
time has not yet	2
come back to thee	2
song and let us	2
him with all my	2
i am in the	2
i was sitting at	2
in touch with the	2
beam of a crescent	2
at the same moment	2
where it was hidden	2
how to answer them	2
all claims to my	2
the sky in morning	2
in the pathless sky	2
coloured toys to you	2
the depths of a	2
is coming towards you	2
it seemed as though	2
with no means of	2
that has bloomed on	2
pacing up and down	2
you say that father	2
and spread it in	2
rush and roar of	2
village slept in the	2
the minds of men	2
me from the bonds	2
in the story lives	2
let it pass to	2
and roar of life	2
sky is overcast with	2
sky of my dreams	2
find its way to	2
two sisters go to	2
by the window and	2
on the day they	2
came to pass that	2
here i give back	2
last kind words from	2
from my neck and	2
i am certain that	2
for days and days	2
paper boat in the	2
from the heart of	2
had no idea of	2
when the time came	2
the matter of that	2
if it is not	2
come and ask me	2
and depth of feeling	2
say that father writes	2
hold her hands and	2
my heart on to	2
they might have been	2
i know not where	2
side of the pond	2
the seclusion of her	2
water from the river	2
he was a great	2
a shock of surprise	2
the last song and	2
is by no means	2
at the doors of	2
did not get a	2
that the word was	2
comes from your willing	2
first day of the	2
there must have been	2
are painted in tints	2
it is my own	2
peace of the evening	2
a flight of steps	2
with the burning fire	2
the difference between the	2
for very shame i	2
when it came to	2
run as a musk	2
it was not for	2
i could not very	2
across hills and dales	2
net into the sea	2
in the meanwhile the	2
if she wanted to	2
is a born child	2
the first book of	2
to regard it as	2
sitting in the verandah	2
there it comes to	2
since i have been	2
we tell lies to	2
from there it comes	2
in the face of	2
he was able to	2
there was a letter	2
not know where to	2
my stay in england	2
are lost in the	2
when you grow up	2
of him what you	2
back from the river	2
he would ask me	2
i try to weave	2
let me set down	2
to an end with	2
in a loud voice	2
after my return from	2
know not if i	2
in vain you light	2
able to make my	2
from the depths of	2
the handiwork of god	2
in his left hand	2
and said in a	2
have come to the	2
light has grown grey	2
have been made immortal	2
a fever of excitement	2
of fresh flowers on	2
why did they build	2
got into the carriage	2
night is dark and	2
us imagine we are	2
my father had brought	2
my travels to seek	2
a sense of dread	2
twinkling of an eye	2
to go on a	2
where to sit perched	2
for last kind words	2
hard travail i raised	2
with a naked sword	2
understand what pleasure streams	2
surges up with laughter	2
it was not mine	2
in the dark and	2
and deeper into the	2
was pacing up and	2
was on his way	2
he went on to	2
there is music in	2
is overcast with clouds	2
and i shall be	2
brought up in the	2
lamp that lit my	2
would be regarded as	2
from bengali to english	2
from the other shore	2
if you are shy	2
in sea or mountain	2
at the close of	2
as we went on	2
he had not a	2
do tell me a	2
play of colours on	2
came to the rescue	2
it ceases to be	2
signet of eternity upon	2
got out of the	2
little bit of a	2
at night to my	2
i drop my eyes	2
of your eyes you	2
for it but to	2
home early from the	2
ready for my journey	2
made up my mind	2
my second voyage to	2
endless worlds is the	2
of the wet earth	2
while i was admiring	2
tagore from the portrait	2
the clothes of the	2
why fruits are secretly	2
small because i am	2
say of him what	2
and a pair of	2
beautiful is thy wristlet	2
in a part of	2
i was sitting in	2
the god of my	2
the silliest child i	2
on the canvas of	2
my father did not	2
subscribed to the congress	2
but none the less	2
which i could never	2
the children meet with	2
it was the effect	2
began to count the	2
and i could not	2
he asked me to	2
forest dimly lit with	2
by me with quick	2
you sit there smiling	2
was greatly taken with	2
one of the rooms	2
the age at which	2
would have it so	2
different from that of	2
the height of the	2
the boy who was	2
the sea plays with	2
her hands and press	2
barber in the story	2
the dark night i	2
nine in the morning	2
and full of beauty	2
a keen student of	2
every part of the	2
i am no longer	2
one of the family	2
that the sahib had	2
the outcome of the	2
the darkness of a	2
i will never let	2
tears in your eyes	2
a leader of the	2
to think of the	2
of endless worlds the	2
she dwelt on the	2
that little bit of	2
in many a mood	2
the young traveller came	2
to a region where	2
i shall come back	2
of the earth and	2
in the evening the	2
kotwal and the son	2
was a decree of	2
from your willing hands	2
upon many a fleeting	2
the waters of the	2
seem to have been	2
if you do not	2
take a quiet corner	2
to my heart like	2
fish out of water	2
a flash of lightning	2
longs day and night	2
between my husband and	2
of his own accord	2
the fact is that	2
of the listening earth	2
seemed to me so	2
to those who are	2
so that we had	2
and out of the	2
were those of the	2
why do you whisper	2
far into the night	2
of hard travail i	2
you see the clouds	2
boat on the stream	2
we shall have to	2
am ready for my	2
of that day i	2
prose translations made by	2
and downs of the	2
am a poor man	2
fresh flowers on my	2
i found that i	2
we did not even	2
came to see me	2
i would be left	2
the barber in the	2
vain you light your	2
would have been a	2
at the thought that	2
i remember a day	2
for the love of	2
the game of death	2
managed to swallow a	2
into the midst of	2
children meet with shouts	2
laws of the universe	2
endless worlds the children	2
shade of the mango	2
the day is done	2
is time for you	2
had not the power	2
and come out into	2
one of the common	2
the cause of my	2
runs in the shadow	2
in the volume entitled	2
cloud floating in the	2
ups and downs of	2
under the shelter of	2
the spur of the	2
only comes and goes	2
and smile and fill	2
voices to the heart	2
out a currency note	2
i am afraid of	2
upon a time your	2
i should know you	2
to me like the	2
the epic of meghnadvadha	2
of the world with	2
to the guests that	2
knock at the door	2
the case of the	2
the fury of the	2
whenever i have been	2
take him back into	2
and his wife from	2
me to be careful	2
first born in the	2
he went to his	2
honey in the cup	2
face to make you	2
happy you are sitting	2
as i gaze on	2
her heart in tender	2
her to my breast	2
did not even know	2
out of the question	2
found that she was	2
a corner of our	2
infinite sky is motionless	2
are the silliest child	2
open your doors and	2
became one of us	2
i ran to him	2
flying through the twilight	2
it possible for me	2
our terrace where the	2
on the one side	2
it was impossible to	2
are going to the	2
supposing i became a	2
are known to my	2
the momentary glimpse of	2
suppose i march you	2
of the flowers and	2
and i did not	2
come out of its	2
but after all his	2
i am not sure	2
no less than her	2
a professor of magic	2
did not come near	2
am reminded of the	2
are in my heart	2
is it very far	2
your questioning eyes are	2
came down from the	2
of the spray of	2
a pair of slippers	2
out in the verandah	2
was no need to	2
pale beam of a	2
the day has dawned	2
island they filled a	2
on the whole the	2
at this time of	2
of the waves on	2
down on my bed	2
he said to himself	2
when they ask me	2
at a loss what	2
have gone to their	2
the fruitseller from cabul	2
you going to the	2
the way to the	2
one of those who	2
i feel as if	2
across the seven seas	2
i do not seek	2
so much that he	2
deeper and deeper into	2
in a summer breeze	2
with an introduction by	2
time for the parting	2
the inmates of the	2
time your poet launched	2
in words what you	2
from the son of	2
and the water in	2
the beauty of nature	2
i was filled with	2
one of the old	2
not a word to	2
gave birth to a	2
the beginning of my	2
the holy stream of	2
he took out a	2
waves send their chorus	2
the waves on the	2
i got hold of	2
period of which i	2
the space of an	2
window of the boat	2
my hands through the	2
had not as yet	2
heart on to him	2
rose to his feet	2
at the oriental seminary	2
most impossible things in	2
the haze of the	2
had the effect of	2
who live up in	2
poet launched a great	2
he fixed his gaze	2
the kingdom of the	2
away in glee the	2
in front of me	2
i opened my eyes	2
hot dust of the	2
to take up my	2
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the day is not	2
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keys of my door	2
burst into the room	2
fruits are secretly filled	2
its way into the	2
coming out in the	2
there the smile was	2
i spent my day	2
summer breeze brings to	2
the world like a	2
i must have been	2
forgive me my pain	2
in this way he	2
up in the clouds	2
the sea surges up	2
i am small because	2
akshay babu and i	2
after a few days	2
the yellow bird sings	2
that he was not	2
went out by my	2
which i used to	2
land of the exile	2
must have been a	2
the sight of this	2
the morning i was	2
every one who is	2
of the sun or	2
it is too late	2
the hours in expectation	2
words i have to	2
making me worthy of	2
to have the effect	2
got a letter from	2
there was a break	2
him what you please	2
i found he was	2
while akshay babu and	2
inmates of the inner	2
the forest dimly lit	2
the murmur of the	2
do you whisper so	2
guests that must go	2
the vestige of a	2
sky from end to	2
going home glance at	2
any one of the	2
had come to her	2
the ducks in the	2
there shall be no	2
to his sorrowing mother	2
sit still in the	2
i beg of you	2
when at the same	2
he was one of	2
you had better do	2
the depth of his	2
in the sky of	2
the still water of	2
of the river and	2
at my door and	2
did the lamp go	2
seemed to me that	2
a devoted admirer of	2
prince is to pass	2
i have no money	2
of my own heart	2
in my younger days	2
meet with shouts and	2
i pressed it to	2
from the portrait in	2
you are a stupid	2
trees which fringe the	2
the ground with her	2
claims to my house	2
the court of the	2
to the heart of	2
was not a thing	2
began to treat my	2
the tune of the	2
and entered the room	2
it is no flower	2
went on your way	2
call to what useless	2
a yellow satin waistcoat	2
mercy upon your servant	2
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just an ordinary woman	2
i used to see	2
clouds wrapping the sky	2
shadow of the forest	2
the completeness of his	2
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how happy you are	2
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on with my reading	2
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this to my father	2
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full pitcher upon your	2
in the infinite sky	2
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the image of my	2
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from his seat and	2
what harm is there	2
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i spread my bed	2
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we were neighbours for	2
becoming a rai bahadur	2
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your heart and bless	2
wander through nameless lands	2
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to me that the	2
with all my heart	2
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in the evening i	2
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day is not yet	2
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i know i am	2
drawing by asit kumar	2
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leaves of the trees	2
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banks of the padma	2
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edition of my works	2
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his hand on my	2
kind words from you	2
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the king of spades	2
decorations by willy pogany	2
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to make my own	2
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a book of poems	2
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lest i should know	2
collection of prose translations	2
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from star to star	2
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the picture of this	2
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rabindranath tagore nobel prizeman	2
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of the history of	2
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tagore translated from bengali	2
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a vanishing autumn cloud	2
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an essay on music	2
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i am now setting	2
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the king of kings	2
to the son of	2
of the sea beach	2
me by the hand	2
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people of the world	2
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me all the more	2
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