Gitanjali 72
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hiddentouches.
He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays onthe chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
He it is who weaves the web of this maya in evanescent hues of goldand silver, blue and green, and lets peep out through the folds hisfeet, at whose touch I forget myself.
Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many aname, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.
Words in this poem
- maya n.
- The name for the doctrine of the unreality of matter, called, in English, idealism; hence, nothingness; vanity; illusion.
- evanescent a.
- Liable to vanish or pass away like vapor; vanishing; fleeting; as, evanescent joys. [L. evanescens, -entis, p. pr. of evanescere.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Gitanjali 72 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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