Tagore had a great share of his name. He was "Rabindranath Tagore." The word "Rabindranath" in Bengali means "bright sun," and he was indeed that. He was a sun that illuminated the horizons.
He was passionate about Indian myths and folk tales, which he consciously employed in his works. Therefore, his writings were not limited to their linguistic eloquence and high artistic technique, but rather were "a human intellectual message similar in nobility and purity to the message of the great reformer thinkers, and there is no exaggeration in that, considering that his phrase and idea His images, despite their diversity, are based on one basic rule, which is love for humanity."
Tagore won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. He made trips around the world that brought him much international fame, as he made them a bridge to connect him with the world's great writers. It also contributed to introducing his literature and his message until he passed away on the seventh day of August 1941, when he was eighty. From his age, and despite all these years having passed since his passing, his works still remain, because they contain authentic sublime meanings, as in this novel.