Gitanjali 67
Thou art the sky and thou art the nest as well.
O thou beautiful, there in the nest is thy love that encloses the soulwith colours and sounds and odours.
There comes the morning with the golden basket in her right handbearing the wreath of beauty, silently to crown the earth.
And there comes the evening over the lonely meadows deserted by herds,through trackless paths, carrying cool draughts of peace in her goldenpitcher from the western ocean of rest.
But there, where spreads the infinite sky for the soul to take herflight in, reigns the stainless white radiance. There is no day nornight, nor form nor colour, and never, never a word.
Words in this poem
- trackless a.
- Having no track; marked by no footsteps; untrodden; as, a trackless desert.
- stainless a.
- Free from stain; immaculate.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Gitanjali 67 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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