Gitanjali 7
My song has put off her adornments. She has no pride of dress anddecoration. Ornaments would mar our union; they would come between theeand me; their jingling would drown thy whispers.
My poet’s vanity dies in shame before thy sight. O master poet, I havesat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight,like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.
Words in this poem
- jingling n.
- The act or process of producing a jingle; also, the sound itself; a chink.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Gitanjali 7 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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