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Perhaps it is well for me to explain that the subject-matter of the papers published in this book has not been philosophically treated, nor has it been approached from the scholar's point of view. The writer has been brought up in a family where texts of the Upanishads are used in daily worship; and he has had before him the example of his father, who lived his long life iPerhaps it is well for me to explain that the subject-matter of the papers published in this book has not been philosophically treated, nor has it been approached from the scholar's point of view. The writer has been brought up in a family where texts of the Upanishads are used in daily worship; and he has had before him the example of his father, who lived his long life in the closest communion with God, while not neglecting his duties to the world, or allowing his keen interest in all human affairs to suffer any abatement. So in these papers, it may be hoped, western readers will have an opportunity of coming into touch with the ancient spirit of India as revealed in our sacred texts and manifested in the life of to-day....

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  • Thom Swennes
    2019-05-14 18:55

    Written in the pinnacle of eloquence, Sadhana by Rabindranath Tagore relates a theory of a few points of the teaching of Jesus Christ and Gautama Buddha. This narrative touches many bases dealing with the virtue of man, greed, love and compassion. I found it at times both ambiguous and inspiring. It gave me a more perceptive look and understanding of Buddhism by pointing out a few subtle similarities and differences. I can imagine it could be very insightful and inspiring for some but I can guarantee that it is a beautiful read for all. The flowery verse in its pages flow like wine from the lips of the reader and is sure to bring pleasure.

  • Sandeep
    2019-04-24 00:39

    This book is exceptional, only draw back I have is, I won't be able to re-collect, re-iterate all of the stuffs mentioned in the book, as much as, I would have wanted to. I tend to forget things, and Tagore in this book explains loads of stuffs, some of them so deep, that I promise, I have forgotten them already, (reason being I am such a dumb guy).I was simply blown away by the first chapter. This book deserves a re-read, especially with notes and areas to apply and reminders.Cheers,

  • Nick
    2019-05-04 18:40

    One of the more comprehensible, and clear, (without compromising the beauty of the prose) expositions of Hindu/Brahmo philosophy which I've read.A lot of western people seem to be reading this in a confused manner, because they expect it to be a "religious" treatise in the tradition of Abrahamism. But its really not like that. Really what this book is about, is the relationship between the finite human and the infinite universe. How does one realize the wholeness of oneself and everything else? Short answer- by love, harmonious action, and by seeing beauty. What is the connection between illusion and truth, given that both are aspects of the universe? Short answer- illusion is the imperfect, transient, temporary aspects of the universe, and truth is the eternal underlying substratum. These are the sorts of notions tackled in this book.A personal God is not really in this book. Its more like a deistic panentheism. Similar to Zen or Taoism or Tantra in that, Brahamn is to be realized at once, not over a gradual period of study. After all, it is in everything, and comprises all understanding and feeling. It must be realized, not learned. It also contains what I've tended to term "atmanism," a neologism created from the term "egoism." The Atman's (soul's) realization is the ultimate goal of life. And the Atman contains all potential, and all unique power. In a sense it is "selfish," but the conception of the self, and what benefits the self, is very different from egoism. (egoism being in essence, the illusory mirror image of sadhana)So yeah. Its a rationalized essence of the Upanishads, filtered through Brahmo Samaj. Love one another, and love the universe. Isn't the universe so wonderful! Its so beautiful. Every flower is a love letter from Brahman. And each one of us is indivisible from it! What a wonder it is! Easy words to mouth, If this is truly realized, toil vanishes.

  • Clare
    2019-04-22 21:43

    This books blows the lid off the cosmos, it really does.

  • Vaishali
    2019-05-13 20:54

    This is one of those books whose every sentence you must read a few times over... to immerse, enjoy and marvel at Tagore's depth and understanding of the universe.The flying fish I glimpsed above this immense school:--------------------------------* To live in perfect goodness is to realize one's life in the infinitive. * Our life remains a life of habits; the world still appears to us as machine, to be mastered where it is useful, to be guarded against where it is dangerous - and never to be known, in its full fellowship with us, alike in its physical nature and in its spiritual life and beauty. * Dischord cannot be an end in itself.* It is only when we wholly submit to the bonds of truth that we fully gain the joy of freedom. When the harp is truly strung - when there is not the slightest laxity in the strength of the bond - then only does music result.* Law in itself is only a limit. It only shows what is can never be otherwise.* This old, old day of our earth is born again and again every morning. It is for ourself to know that it must be born anew every moment of its life. It must break through all illusions that encase it in their crust to make it appear old, burdening it with death.* To work, we must live. To live, we must work.* This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him; which is his truth, which is his soul; the key with which he opens the gate of the spiritual life, the heavenly kingdom. His desires are many, and madly they run after the varied objects of the world, for therein they have their life and fulfillment. But that which is one in him is ever seeking for unity.* Beauty is omnipresent, therefore everything is capable of giving us joy.* Our body can only die when it tries to eat its own substance, and our eye loses the meaning of its function if it can only see itself.* Error, by its nature, cannot be stationary; it cannot remain with truth; like a tramp, it must quit its lodging as soon as it fails to pay its score to the full.*In evil of any form, its essence is impermanence, for it cannot accord with the whole. Every moment it is being corrected by the totality of things and keeps changing its aspect. We exaggerate its importance by imagining it as a standstill.* All statistics consist of our attempts to represent statistically what is in motion; and in the process things assume a weight in our mind which they have not in reality.* The truth is, death is not the ultimate reality. It looks black, as the sky looks blue; but it does not blacken existence, just as the sky does not leave its stain upon the wings of the bird.* When we watch a child trying to walk, we see its countless failures; its successes are but few. But we find that in spite of its repeated failures there is an impetus of joy in the child which sustains it in its seemingly impossible task.* Pessimism is a form of mental dipsomania; it disdains healthy nourishment, indulges in the strong drink of denunciation, and creates an artificial dejection which thirsts for a stronger draught.* Man, who is provident, feels for that life of his which is not yet existent… he is ready to sacrifice his present inclination for the unrealized future. In this he becomes great, for he realizes truth.* As he has a feeling for his future self which is outside his present consciousness, so he has a feeling for his greater self which is outside the limits of his personality.* In order to claim the aid of truth, selfishness has to be unselfish to some extent. A band of robbers must be moral in order to hold together as a band; they may rob the whole world but not each other.* To live the life of goodness is to live the life of all. Pleasure is for one's own self, but goodness is concerned with the happiness of all humanity and for all time.* The firmness of the earth invariably hurts the falling child who is learning to walk. Nevertheless it is the same firmness that hurts him which makes his walking possible.* At every step we have to take into account others than ourselves. For only in death are we alone. We see then that man's individuality is not his highest truth; there is that in him which is universal.* The universal power which is manifested in the universal law is one with our own power. It will thwart us where we are small, where we are against the current of things; but it will help us where we are great, where we are in unison with the all.* Really, there is no limit to our powers, for we are not outside the universal power which is the expression of universal law.* The universal spirit is waiting to crown us with happiness, but our individual spirit would not accept it.* When we reach that state wherein the adjustment of the finite in us to the infinite is made perfect, then pain itself becomes a valuable asset. It becomes a measuring rod with which to gauge the true value of our joy.* The most important lesson that man can learn from his life is not that there is pain in this world, but that it depends upon him to turn it into good account, that it is possible for him to transmute it into joy.* Man's freedom is never in being saved troubles, but it is the freedom to take trouble for his own good, to make the trouble an element in his joy.* The man who loses all pleasure in accepting pain sinks down and down to the lowest depth of penury and degradation.* The whole weight of the universe cannot crush out this individuality of mine.* The universal is ever seeking its consummation in the unique. And the desire we have to keep our uniqueness intact is really the desire of the universe acting in us. It is our joy of the infinite in us that gives us our joy in ourselves.* The men who are cursed with the gift of the literal mind are the unfortunate ones who are always busy with their nets and neglect the fishing.* Our self has no means of holding us, for its own nature is to pass on; and by clinging to this thread of self which is passing through the loom of life we cannot make it serve the purpose of the cloth into which it is being woven.* They know not the beauty of completion.* We have seen the great purpose in us taking shape in the lives of our greatest men, and have felt certain that though there are numerous individual lives that seem ineffectual, still it is not their dharma to remain barren; but it is for them to burst their cover and transform themselves into a vigorous spiritual shoot, growing up into the air and light, and branching out in all directions.* Our true freedom is not the freedom from action but freedom in action, which can only be attained in the work of love.* Knowledge, power, and action are of his nature; they are not imposed upon him from outside. Therefore his work is his freedom, and in his creation he realizes himself.* When the self feels no impulse which urges it to grow out of itself, when it treats its limits as final and acts accordingly, then comes our teacher's call to die to this death... not a call to annihilation but to eternal life. It is the extinction of the lamp in the morning light; not the abolition of the sun. * He who is wise tries to harmonize the wishes that seek for self-gratification with the wish for the social good, and only thus can he realize his higher self.* The emancipation of our physical nature is in attaining health, of our social being in attaining goodness, and of our self in attaining love.* (Brahma) is not content in giving us Himself; He gives us His strength.

  • Tanvika
    2019-04-21 18:50

    The western civilization has been grappling with divisions of mind/matter, god/human,nature/ human and within our spieces. the wall built by civilized beings has been the source of control,subordination of the other. Wars,colonization,human trafficking, exploitation of poor,gender, brutal use of the 'resource', anxiety,alienation,drug use have been the signs of despair and doom from the quest to progress. Eastern thought, for instance Buddhism , Upanishad have long back solved this Dualism. The brahman is the ultimate absolute reality. It is unity in diversity. All appearances of contradictions like finite/infinite, dark/light, me/ other are actually the One. Individual is not merely a self seeking machine which rules and hurts the non self. The infinite in everything can be realised through the indescribable love and joy. Tagore stresses on the fundamental unity ,harmony and interconnections in life. When we not only understand the grammar of the poem,but are able to appreciate its beauty as a whole.

  • Lyubina Yordanova
    2019-04-24 00:49

    1.Безкраен ме създаде ти — такава бе волята ти. Толкоз пъти вече изцеждаш този крехък съд и с пресен живот го пълниш винаги. Пренесъл тръстиковата свирчица през хълми и долове, ти вдъхна в нея вечно нови песни. В безсмъртното докосване на дланите ти мъничкото ми сърце престъпва всички граници на радостта и ражда слово неизказано.Неспирните ти дарове стигат до мен само през моите невзрачни шепи. Минават вечности, а ти все лееш и все остава място за доливане.2.Когато ти ми заповядаш да пея, мисля, че сърцето ми от гордост ще се пръсне; поглеждам твоето лице и сълзи в очите ми напират.Всичко неблагозвучно и сурово в живота ми се стапя в сладостна хармония и преклонението ми разперва крила като честита птица в полет над морето.Знам, че от песнопението ми извличаш радост. Знам, че единствено като певец пристъпвам в светостта ти.С крайчеца на простряното крило на песента си докосвам твоите нозе, които никога не бих се осмелил да стигна.Пиян от радостта на песнопението, забравям себе си и се обръщам като към приятел към тебе, който си ми господар.3.Не знам как пееш ти, мой повелителю!Слушам те винаги с безмълвно удивление.Светът е озарен от светлината на музиката ти. Дъхът на музиката ти възлиза от едно небе на друго. Свещеният поток на музиката ти помита всички каменни прегради и не знае граници.Сърцето ми копнее да се причасти към песента ти, но всуе се стреми към глас. Жадувам да говоря, но речта ми не се излива в песен и смутен възкликвам. О, в своята безкрайна музика сърцето ми си впримчил ти, мой повелителю!4.Живот на собствения ми живот, аз ще се мъча да опазя тялото си винаги неомърсено, като знам, че живото ти докосване е върху всички мои членове.Ще се старая винаги да не допускам никакви неистини до мислите си, като знам, че ти си онази истина, която запали светлината на разума в ума ми.Ще се старая винаги да гоня всяко зло далече от сърцето си и да запазя любовта си в цвят, тъй като знам, че твоят трон е скрит в най-съкровената светиня на сърцето ми.И винаги ще се стремя да те направя явствен в своите дела, тъй като знам, че твоето могъщество ми дава сили, за да действувам.***Аз чакам само любовта - да се предамнай-сетне в нейните ръце. Затуй се бавятолкова и съм виновен за такива опущения.Те идват да ме вържат здравос правилници и закони, но аз им се изплъзвамвинаги, защото чакам само любовта -да се предам най-сетне в нейните ръце.Корят ме и ме смятат за нехаен - не се съмнявам, че са прави в укорите си.Пазарният ден свърши и приключиработата на отрудените. Онези, дето идваха напразно да ме викат, с гняв са се завърнали. Аз чакам само любовта -да се предам най-сетне в нейните ръце.Ако денят е свършил, ако птицитене пеят вече, ако вятърът се е отпусналуморен, хвърли над мен тогава булотона мрака, тъй както си загърнал земятас плътната наметка на съня и нежно сипритворил в здрача листенцата наклюмналия лотос.От пътника, чиято торбичка е изпразнена, преди скиталчеството муда свърши, чиято дреха е съдрана ипокрита с прах, чиято сила е изчерпана,измий срама и нищетата и обновиживота му като цветец под покривалотона благата си нощ. Светлината, о, къде е светлината?Запали я с огъня на жаркото желание!Ето го светилника, но в него - ни искраот пламък. Сърце мое, туй ли е съдбата ти?И смъртта е по-добра от нея!Мъка чука на вратата ти и носи вест,че твоят господар е буден - той те викана любовна среща в нощната тъма.Небесата са покрити с облаци и дъждвали безспирно. Аз не знам какво е туй, коетосе надига в мен, не го разбирам.Мигновен проблясък на светкавицасвлича още по-голяма безпросветност върхумоя поглед и сърцето ми поема опипомнатам, където музиката на нощта ме вика.Светлина, о, къде е светлината? Еквагръмотевица и вятърът пронизвапустотата с писък. Черна като черен камъке нощта. Нека часовете не потънат в мрака!Запали светилника на любовта с живота си!Из „Думи с ритъма на вечност“ - Рабиндранат ТагорПревел от английски Александър Шурбанов

  • David
    2019-05-06 18:49

    Sadhana was a quick read and felt a little bit like books I have read which are written by Rabbis in order to convince a Jew to be more religiously observant. Tagore discussed various aspects of his personal Hinduism making a compelling case for its relevance. As with other books about personal religious beliefs, he takes a pretty broad brush look at the philosophical and ethical components and uses a little of his own experience and scriptural verses from the Bhagavad Gita and Buddhist texts to back up these ideas. I appreciated the aspects of Hinduism and Indian culture that reminded me that I am a small part of a bigger universe and spiritual dimension, that all creatures are small pieces in a greater cosmology, and that the creative force is joyful. "At first we detach beauty from its surroundings, we hold apart from the rest, but at the end we realize its harmony with all. Then the music of beauty has no more need to excite us with loud noise, it renounces violence and appeals to our heart with the truth that meekness inherits the earth" (p.109).

  • Gregory
    2019-04-20 21:49

    This book is so filled, It makes me recognize how empty to be. Sadhana by Rabindranath TagoreMy rating: 5 of 5 starsThis book is so filled, It makes me recognize how empty to be. all my reviewsThis is a book to continue reading It is never finished

  • Ryn
    2019-05-11 22:08

    Very beautiful and deep. It didn't really solve the problem of evil for me, but I commend it for trying. I will admit, the book was a bit of a struggle to read at times because I would get bogged down in the flowery language and the meaning would flow right over my head. However, the poetic words sometimes went straight to my heart filling it with hope and meaning. This was one that I read with a pen in my hand liberally underlining with great relish.

  • Vivek Shroff
    2019-04-19 00:43

    Divinely inspiring.Needs to be read and re-read.Tagore speaks of a flower as a message from God, to re-assure us that he is in touch with us and is concerned about us.Akin to Lord Rama's ring brought by Hanumanji to Sitaji to re-assure her when she was kept as a prisoner in Ravana's palace-gardens.

  • Bella
    2019-04-30 21:54

    Must readHe beautifully explains about consciousness, soul etc. Unless you are not acquainted with these terms you may not find this book appealing. But this book is truly worth reading and keeping.

  • Mohamed Awada
    2019-05-16 01:43

    Beautiful compositions on how Tagore (and supposedly Hindus) saw the relationship between man and nature.

  • Kai Frank
    2019-05-06 23:55

    priceless pearls of wisdom from a great bengali author, highly recommend this easy and enlightening read!

  • Justin
    2019-05-06 01:53

    not very dense/readable

  • Sky Feather
    2019-05-16 22:40

    Soul teachings for those closer to the realization of the true self, closer to shatter the borders of illusion, closer to experience the Identity. Such a joy for my spirit this book! Such a liberation to read, to listen to these insights, for they themselves offer Liberation from the words, liberation from the context of the self incarnated in the flesh; all these as I surrender this linear consciousness to the cathartic fire!Even though there are --only a coupIe of parts-- where I cannot align myself with, and even though I am able to exceed some of them, for example at the chapter seven where he states:"The Upanishads have said that all things are created and sustained by an infinite joy. To realise this principle of creation we have to start with a division - the division into the beautiful and the non-beautiful. Then the apprehension of beauty has to come to us with a vigorous blow to awaken our consciousness from its primitive lethargy, and it attains its object by the urgency of the contrast. Therefore our first acquaintance with beauty is in her dress of motley colours, that affects us with its stripes and feathers, nay, with its disfigurements. But as our acquaintance ripens, the apparent discords are resolved into modulations of rhythm. At first we detach beauty from its surroundings, we hold it apart from the rest, but at the end we realise its harmony with all. Then the music of beauty has no more need of exciting us with loud noise; it renounces violence, and appeals to our heart with the truth that it is meekness inherits the earth."But just as when one knows how to love then he loves everyone and everything, the same goes for beauty. He is able to perceive everyone and everything as beauty-full ~Either way, it's an excellent read.

  • Comptes Rendus de René Guénon
    2019-05-02 19:05

    Année 1945-1946Le premier chapitre de ce livre est le meilleur à notre avis : l’auteur y proteste très justement contre l’opposition artificielle que l’Occident prétend établir entre l’homme et la nature, opposition qui implique une négation de l’unité fondamentale de tout ce qui existe ; dans l’Inde, au contraire, « l’état où l’on a réalisé sa parenté avec le tout et pénétré en toutes choses par l’union avec Dieu (qui, comme il le dit ailleurs, n’a rien à voir avec la « pure abstraction » des philosophes modernes) était considéré comme le but ultime et l’accomplissement de l’humanité ». La suite, malheureusement, est moins satisfaisante : il est compréhensible qu’un poète répugne à renoncer au monde des formes, et nous admettons même volontiers que, pour suivre sa voie propre, il doive, plus que tout autre homme, prendre les formes pour appui ; mais ce n’est là qu’une voie parmi beaucoup d’autres, et même, plus exactement, ce n’est que le point de départ d’une voie possible ; si l’on ne va pas plus loin, on ne dépassera jamais le niveau de la « conscience cosmique », ce qui ne représente qu’une étape transitoire, fort éloignée du but suprême, et à laquelle il peut même être dangereux de trop s’arrêter. Nous craignons fort que l’auteur ne voie rien au-delà, et la façon dont il traduit certains termes, dans les citations qu’il fait des Upanishads, porte la marque de ce point de vue restreint : est-il soutenable, par exemple, qu’Ananda signifie la « joie » ? En tout cas, le titre du livre est plutôt décevant, car il n’y est nullement question de « réalisation » au sens métaphysique, ni de la « technique » qui peut y conduire effectivement ; Tagore peut être un grand poète, mais il n’est certainement pas possible de le considérer comme un « Maître spirituel ».

  • Sundarraj Kaushik
    2019-05-15 18:48

    Probably I expected a lot from the author of Gitanjali (haven't read this yet) but was sorely disappointed. It turns out to be just OK. The book is a collection of discourses and writing of Tagore over a period of time.The first is on relation of individuals to the universe.The second is on soul consciousnessThe third on The Problem of EvilThe fourth on The Problem of SelfThe fifth on Realization in SelfThe sixth on Realization in ActionThe seventh on The Realization of BeautyThe eighth on The Realization of the InfiniteThe only memorable quote that I could get is from the first chapter where the Tagore tells when there is a road between us and our destination then "We can look at the road from two different points of view. One regards it as dividing us from the object of our desire; in that case we count every step of our journey over it as something attained by force in the face of obstruction. The other sees it as the road which leads us to our destination; as such is part of the goal."

  • Srividya
    2019-05-17 18:54

    It is one of the best books to learn what exactly the seekers are looking for when they turn towards the infinite... the prose is beautiful! A timeless book with a collection of Tagore's discourses - available on Librivox"True deliverance of man is the deliverance from ignorance. It is not in destroying anything that is positive and real, but that which is negative, which obstructs our vision of truth.”"Possession is a representation of what we have already attained. It symbolizes that which we have already discovered about our Selves. That is not to say that the act of possessing is a result of higher understanding or greater awareness, but rather it can often be a consequence of the misunderstanding of achievement. In this wonderful physical world, it is no wonder that possession is understood as a symbol of attainment, but it is to confuse attainment with obtaining that creates the mess of chronic consumption and ravenous consumerism. To replenish the void within (the still undiscovered Self) with material things is like trying to fill the infinite with the finite.”

  • Rian Nejar
    2019-05-17 00:39

    A romantic, metaphor-filled, highly imaginative reflection on life by a renowned Indian poet and devotee of a dualistic school of thought. The author makes a laudable effort to unify various religious pathways through the use of wisdom in ancient sacred texts. What the work lacks in scientific rigor is more than compensated for with sentiment and intuition. The poet and Nobel laureate appeals, with eloquence and vigor, to the reader's feelings, to the extent of asserting that rational thought comprises what ancients referred to as maya, or magical illusion. He relies therefore upon ancient wisdom, and his subjective consciousness, far more than natural, verifiable observations and inferences. An interesting read, nevertheless, for sentimental and imaginative enjoyment.

  • Satya
    2019-04-23 00:39

    An excellent book with amazing illustrations. Sadhana, the realization of life, by Rabindranath Tagore - presents ideas that are very deep and thought-provoking. It's very hard for me to describe Sadhana. I found an ineffable joy reading this book. But one idea that is prevalent in the books I have recently read is that, the most important lesson that man can learn from his life is not that there is pain in this world, but that it depends upon him to turn it into good account, that it is possible for him to transmute it into joy! Life leads us instinctively to take a wider view. It gives us an ideal of perfection which ever carries us beyond our present limitations. Finally, the man who loses all pleasure in accepting pain sinks down and down to the lowest depth of penury and degradation!

  • Scott Stirling
    2019-05-17 22:01

    I left my first, marked up paperback English copy of Tagore's treatise on spirituality and wisdom to three child siblings in Hyderabad, India: Bhavani, Manasa and Pavan. In my note to them I said I loved the book, which I began reading in USA and finished in India. I left the littlest girl, Manasa, a 3-D wriggly picture of the Ganesha murti from Siddhi Vinayak temple in Mumbai. I got to know this family a bit through their father, a watchman at the gated townhouse complex where I stayed for a couple months in Hyderabad. The family of five lived in a small, one room out-bouilding (the size of a small tool shed) behind the complex. Anyway, Tagore's book was memorably poetic, intelligent, inspiring and thought provoking. I would read it again.

  • Karuppiah Senthil
    2019-04-29 02:08

    To summarize this book in one sentence, it is worthy enough to call it as a "Wisdom Well". The author do not need any introduction so as his writings. In this particular book, R. Tagore has used some of his poetic wits and mixed it well with the teachings/sayings of ancient Indian scriptures and bring us into a world of pure wisdom. He has beautifully described the manifestation of God and the beauty of Godly nature with a perfect amalgamation of philosophy and spirituality. Sadhana = Philosophy + Spirituality + Poetic + Divine ThoughtsNo one could express the manifestation of God into nature and consciousness like Tagore !!

  • حماس
    2019-04-21 17:48

    إن تاجور هو حكيم أو فيلسوف الهندوهذا الكتاب هو محاضراته التى سجلها طلابه بأقلاهمهم ثم ترجمت للإنجليزيةفى هذا الكتاب نتعرف عن كثب على البوذية الهنديةليس كشعائر بقدر ما هى تأملات وفلسفاتيصعد الكتاب إلى منطقة عالية فى الروحانياتيتحدث تاجو أن الحياة لا بد أن تعاش للحياةنعمل بدون غرضونعيش ونسمو بالحبتحوى المحاضرات جرعة روحانية كبيرةفلنعش بالأمل، لنعش بالحب، لنعش بالتسامحولنتجانس مع الطبيعةبرغم جودة الترجمة إلا أن التصوير سئ جدًاولعلنا نعزى ذلك لقدم الكتاب

  • Lisa Pauline Mattackal
    2019-04-29 23:02

    Tagore explains the ancient Indian spiritual texts to a Western audience. He has a good understanding of traditional Western thought, and his comparisons and contrasts between the philosophies of the East and West are incredibly interesting. His critique of scientism is pretty brilliant, but especially interesting are his insights into the "infinite joy" and mastery of English prose. Of course, Tagore writes from a Hindu perspective but there is a startling amount of truth in this book. That alone makes it well worth a read.

  • Andrea Hickman Walker
    2019-04-18 18:42

    I found this very interesting. It did not convince me of the truth of the religion, but as a way of life it makes some sense. I do sometimes wonder about what the difference is, because there are people who will say that Buddhism is not a religion, it's a way of life. I think that argument is far more applicable to something like Taoism, but I don't really know enough about either to have a strong opinion (and I'm just as likely to tag works on Taoism as religion as not). I guess I'll just have to read more...

  • Faisal Hoque
    2019-05-18 21:43

    Most Impactful Non-Fiction Book I Read.“Sadhana – The Realization of Life” is a breathtaking collection of spiritual discourses given by Rabindranath Tagore to the boys in his school, in Bolpur, West Bengal. Compiled and translated by Tagore from his Bengali lectures, the book consists of eight essays, in which Tagore answers some of the most profound questions of life: Why did God create this world? Why would a Perfect Being, instead of remaining eternally concentrated in Himself, go through the trouble of manifesting the Universe? Why does evil exist? Do love and beauty have a purpose?

  • Kat Kiddles
    2019-04-27 18:47

    I got an email one day from LearnOutLoud. It had a link to an audiobook. I don’t know what inspired me to click on it since I receive emails from LearnOutLoud daily, but most of them remain unopened (yes, I’m guilty of self-induced information overload!). This could very well be a case of the right book coming to the right reader at the right time. And so began my relationship with Sadhana.To read more of this review, click here:

  • Sneh Pradhan
    2019-04-29 18:04

    The eloquence and sheer beauty of the work as always was quintessential Tagore, seamless ......though being an atheist , I found it difficult to reconcile with his emphasis on religion ....... To me the disillusionments wrought by religion weigh down over its scripted philosophies . Having said that , there being a subtle difference between spirituality and the worldly perception of religion , I would identify with his message of leading or atleast trying to lead a simple, pure and inspired way of life .

  • Gautam Moharil
    2019-04-27 02:09

    This is a series of articles written by Rabindranath Tagore, he explains  the concepts of Upanishads and other Indian religious texts to Westerners. He delivered these lectures at Harvard university. Being an Indian we directly or indirectly follow many of these concepts in our daily lives without knowing the logic behind them like the important of doing one's duty.The lectures are different and will need repeated reads to fully grasp all their messages but it's worth the effort. A 5/5 read.