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
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
END of GITANJALI
From: GITANJALI – ‘Song Offerings’
Tagore Short Poems
Tagore Stray Birds