Gitanjali 13

Rabindranath Tagore (1861–1941) · 1912

10 lines · from Gitanjali (Song Offerings)

The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.

I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; onlythere is the agony of wishing in my heart.

The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.

I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I haveheard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.

The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor; but thelamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.

I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.

Words in this poem

rightly adv.
Straightly; directly; in front. [AS. richtlice.]
livelong a.
Whole; entire; long in passing; -- used of time, as day or night, in adverbial phrases, and usually with a sense of tediousness. [For lifelong. Cf. Lifelong.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

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Gitanjali 13 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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