Gitanjali 57
Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light,heart-sweetening light!
Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the centre of my life; the lightstrikes, my darling, the chords of my love; the sky opens, the windruns wild, laughter passes over the earth.
The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies andjasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.
The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and itscatters gems in profusion.
Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness withoutmeasure. The heaven’s river has drowned its banks and the flood of joyis abroad.
Words in this poem
- centre v. i.
- To be placed in a center; to be central.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Gitanjali 57 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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