Gitanjali 102
I boasted among men that I had known you. They see your pictures in allworks of mine. They come and ask me, “Who is he?” I know not how toanswer them. I say, “Indeed, I cannot tell.” They blame me and they goaway in scorn. And you sit there smiling.
I put my tales of you into lasting songs. The secret gushes out from myheart. They come and ask me, “Tell me all your meanings.” I know nothow to answer them. I say, “Ah, who knows what they mean!” They smileand go away in utter scorn. And you sit there smiling.
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Gitanjali 102 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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