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On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,

and I knew it not.  My basket was empty and the flower remained


Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from

my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the

south wind.

That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it

seemed to me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking

for its completion.

I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that

this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own


I must launch out my boat.  The languid hours pass by on the

shore–Alas for me!

The spring has done its flowering and taken leave.  And now with

the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger.

The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady

lane the yellow leaves flutter and fall.

What emptiness do you gaze upon!  Do you not feel a thrill

passing through the air with the notes of the far-away song

floating from the other shore?

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From: GITANJALI – ‘Song Offerings’



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