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Ever in my life have I sought thee with my songs.  It was they

who led me from door to door, and with them have I felt about me,

searching and touching my world.

It was my songs that taught me all the lessons I ever learnt;

they showed me secret paths, they brought before my sight many a

star on the horizon of my heart.

They guided me all the day long to the mysteries of the country

of pleasure and pain, and, at last, to what palace gate have the

brought me in the evening at the end of my journey?

I boasted among men that I had known you.  They see your pictures

in all works of mine.  They come and ask me, ‘Who is he?’ I know

not how to answer them.  I say, ‘Indeed, I cannot tell.’  They

blame me and they go away in scorn.  And you sit there smiling.

I put my tales of you into lasting songs.  The secret gushes out

from my heart.  They come and ask me, ‘Tell me all your

meanings.’  I know not how to answer them.  I say, ‘Ah, who knows

what they mean!’ They smile and go away in utter scorn.  And you

sit there smiling.

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


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


From: GITANJALI – ‘Song Offerings’



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