GITANJALI

LXIII

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not.

Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.

I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forget that there abides the old in the new, and that there also thou abide.

Through birth and death, in this world or in others, wherever thou lead me it is thou, the same, the one companion of my endless life who ever link my heart with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar.

When one knows thee, then alien there is none, then no door is shut. Oh, grant me my prayer that I may never lose the bliss of the touch of the one in the play of many.

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