Gitanjali 1
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thouemptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, andhast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits injoy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine.Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.
Words in this poem
- hast
- , 2d pers. sing. pres. of. Fave, contr. of havest.
- eternally adv.
- In an eternal manner.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Gitanjali 1 is in the public domain. This text is taken from Gitanjali (Song Offerings), a collection of prose translations made by the author from the original Bengali, with an introduction by W. B. Yeats (India Society, London, 1912), Project Gutenberg ebook #7164; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
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