Gitanjali 37
I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of mypower,—that the path before me was closed, that provisions wereexhausted and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me. And when old words die outon the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where theold tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.
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Gitanjali 37 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.
Cite as: Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali 37, in Gitanjali (Song Offerings) (1912), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #7164, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/tagore-gitanjali/poem-37.html, id L27899.
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