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I live in the hope of meeting with him ; but this meeting is not yet. To ask other readers questions about Gitanjaliplease sign up. By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend? The child cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away, in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation.

Henceforth Xong deal in whispers. For all Sonf know, so abundant and simple is this poetry, the new Renaissance has been born in your country and I shall never know of it except by hearsay. We thought that the last guest had arrived for the night offerinbs the doors in rabindranatn village were all shut. I wonder where lies thy path! The woodlands have hushed their songs, and doors are all shut at every house.

Maybe, it is going to take some time for me to come out of the world that I have lost myself into while reading Gitanjali. Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.


They come and ask me, “Who is he?

And thus it is that time goes by while I give it to every querulous man who claims it, and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last. This is one precious book!!

All things rush on, they stop not, they look not behind, no power can hold them back, they rush on. The tagoe cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away, in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation.

Poem 28, Song Offering. Now, when the playtime is over, what is this sudden sight that is come upon me? These lyrics which are in the original, my Indians tell me, full of subtlety of rhythm, of untranslatable delicacies of colour, of metrical rabindrannath display in their thought a world I have dreamed of all my life long.

At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to rbindranath ineffable. I would speak, but speech breaks not into song, and I cry out baffled. Thy worship does not impoverish the world.

I was just aware of the fact that I would take a look at his pictures in awe, for he has this Jesus-like aura. I can find no place where to hide it. Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine.

Gitanjali: Song Offerings

A college curriculum which moreover tests you on two randomly selected verses is a travesty. Return to Book Page.


When my rooms have been decked out and the flutes sound and the laughter there is loud, let me ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house- let me not forget for a moment, let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours. 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 they brought me in the evening at the end of my journey?


Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music. All that I rzbindranath, that I have, that I hope and all my love have ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy.

SHE who ever had remained in the depth of my being, in the twilight of gleams and of fabindranath ; she who never opened her veils in the morning light, will be my last gift to thee, my God, folded in my final song.

Gitanjali: Song Offerings by Rabindranath Tagore

To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. Oh, grant me my prayer that I may never lose the bliss of the touch of the one in the play of the many. Views Read Edit View history.