Gitanjali 35
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
There is room for you
You are alone with your few sheaves of rice
My boat is crowded, it is heavily laden, but how can I turn youaway
Your young body is slim and swaying; there is a twinklingsmile in the edge of your eyes, and your ...
By all means they try to hold me secure who love me in this world
But it is otherwise with thy love which is greater than theirs, and thou keepest me free
Lest I forget them they never venture to leave me alone
But day passes by aft...
I travelled the old road every day,
I took my fruits to the market,my cattle to the meadows,
I ferried my boat across the stream andall the ways were well known to me
One morning my basket was heavy with wares
I wonder if I know
In whose speech is my voice,
In whose movement is my being,
Whose skill is in my lines,
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side
The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil<...
I know not from what distant time thou art ever coming nearer to meet me
Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye
In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been heard and thy messenger has come within my heart and ...
In the village they call her the dark girlbut to me she is the flower
On a cloudy day in a fieldI saw the dark girl's dark gazelle-eyes
She had no covering on her head,her loose hair had fallen on her back
Dark
Where are those tears in your eyes, my child
How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing
You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing-is that why they call you dirty
O, fie
My fancies are fireflies, — Specks of living lighttwinkling in the voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless glance,murmurs in these desultory lines
In the drowsy dark caves of the minddreams build their nest with fragmentsdro...
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Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure
This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it ...
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure
This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodie...