Gitanjali 26
He came and sat by my side but I woke not. What a cursed sleep it was,O miserable me!
He came when the night was still; he had his harp in his hands, and mydreams became resonant with its melodies.
Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sightwhose breath touches my sleep?
Words in this poem
- cursed a.
- Deserving a curse; execrable; hateful; detestable; abominable.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Gitanjali 26 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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