Gitanjali Song 1 - Rabindranath tagore

Gitanjali

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy

Pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest

Angain 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 though it melodies eternally new.

At the immortal touch of thy hands my

Little heart looses its limits in joy and gives

Birth to utterance ineffable.

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on

these very small hands of mine. Ages pass

and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill

In one salutation to thee, my God, let

All my senses spread out and touch this

World at thy feet. Like a rain-cloud of july hung low

With its burden of unshed showers let all

My mind bend down at thy door in one

Salutation to thee

Let all my songs gather together

their diverse strains into a single current and

Flow to a sea of silence in one salutation to thee.

Like a flock of homesick cranes flying

Night and day back to their mountain

Nests let all my life take its voyage to its

Eternal home in one salutation to thee.

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