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Languor is upon your heart and the slumber is still on your eyes.

Has not the word come to you that the flower is reigning in

splendour among thorns?  Wake, oh awaken!  let not the time pass

in vain!

At the end of the stony path, in the country of virgin solitude,

my friend is sitting all alone.  Deceive him not.  Wake, oh


What if the sky pants and trembles with the heat of the midday

sun–what if the burning sand spreads its mantle of thirst–

Is there no joy in the deep of your heart?  At every footfall of

yours, will not the harp of the road break out in sweet music of


Thus it is that thy joy in me is so full.  Thus it is that thou

hast come down to me.  O thou lord of all heavens, where would be

thy love if I were not?

Thou hast taken me as thy partner of all this wealth.  In my

heart is the endless play of thy delight.  In my life thy will is

ever taking shape.

And for this, thou who art the King of kings hast decked thyself

in beauty to captivate my heart.  And for this thy love loses

itself in the love of thy lover, and there art thou seen in the

perfect union of two.

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From: GITANJALI – ‘Song Offerings’



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