Gitanjali
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No poet seems to me as famous in Europe as he is among us. He is as great in music as in poetry, and his sons are sung from the west of India into Burma wherever Bengali is spoken.
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| Gitanjali : 1 - 10
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Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillets it ever with fresh life.
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| Gitanjali : 21 - 30 |
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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.
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| Gitanjali : 41 - 50 |
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Where dost thou stand behind them all, my lover, hiding thyself in the shadows? They push thee and pass thee by on the dusty road, taking thee for naught.
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| Gitanjali : 61 - 70 |
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The sleep that flits on baby's eyes does anybody know from where it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where, in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with glow-worms, there hang two timid buds of enchantment.
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| Gitanjali : 71 - 80 |
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That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides, thus casting coloured shadows on thy radiance such is thymaya.
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| Gitanjali : 81 - 90 |
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Onmany an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.
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