Gitanjali 66

Rabindranath Tagore (1861–1941) · 1912

14 lines · from Gitanjali (Song Offerings)

She who ever had remained in the depth of my being, in the twilight ofgleams and of glimpses; she who never opened her veils in the morninglight, will be my last gift to thee, my God, folded in my final song.

Words have wooed yet failed to win her; persuasion has stretched to herits eager arms in vain.

I have roamed from country to country keeping her in the core of myheart, and around her have risen and fallen the growth and decay of mylife.

Over my thoughts and actions, my slumbers and dreams, she reigned yetdwelled alone and apart.

Many a man knocked at my door and asked for her and turned away indespair.

There was none in the world who ever saw her face to face, and sheremained in her loneliness waiting for thy recognition.

Words in this poem

loneliness n.
The condition of being lonely; solitude; seclusion.

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

About this text

Gitanjali 66 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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