Gitanjali 103
In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out andtouch this world at thy feet.
Like a rain-cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showerslet all my mind bend down at thy door in one salutation to thee.
Let all my songs gather together their diverse strains into a singlecurrent and flow to a sea of silence in one salutation to thee.
Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and day back to theirmountain nests let all my life take its voyage to its eternal home inone salutation to thee.
Words in this poem
- unshed a.
- Not parted or divided, as the hair.
- homesick a.
- Pining for home; in a nostalgic condition.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Gitanjali 103 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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