Gitanjali 74
The day is no more, the shadow is upon the earth. It is time that I goto the stream to fill my pitcher.
The evening air is eager with the sad music of the water. Ah, it callsme out into the dusk. In the lonely lane there is no passer-by, thewind is up, the ripples are rampant in the river.
I know not if I shall come back home. I know not whom I shall chance tomeet. There at the fording in the little boat the unknown man playsupon his lute.
Words in this poem
- shall v. i.
- To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Gitanjali 74 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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