Gitanjali 59
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love, O beloved of my heart— thisgolden light that dances upon the leaves, these idle clouds sailingacross the sky, this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon myforehead.
The morning light has flooded my eyes—this is thy message to my heart.Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes, and myheart has touched thy feet.
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Gitanjali 59 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 59, in Gitanjali (Song Offerings) (1912), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #7164, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/tagore-gitanjali/poem-59.html, id L27921.
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