Gitanjali (Song Offerings)

By Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali is a chic expression of the divine in nature.Tagore was once one of many maximum poets of recent India. He drew upon a wealthy and sundry culture, starting from Sanskrit writings to Western literature, and enriched Bengali tradition along with his compositions. He acquired the Nobel Prize for literature in 1913.

Tagore tried to specific in his poetry the divine spirit that he glimpsed in nature. W.B. Yeats famous that his poetry had "an innocence, a simplicity that one doesn't locate somewhere else in nature." It touches the soul with its serenity and lyrical caliber. Gitanjali is really a valuable spouse on life's lengthy trip.

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Eighty five whilst the soldiers got here out first from their master’s corridor, the place had they concealed their energy? the place have been their armour and their hands? They appeared bad and helpless, and the arrows have been showered upon them at the day they got here out from their master’s corridor. whilst the soldiers marched again back to their master’s corridor the place did they conceal their energy? that they had dropped the sword and dropped the bow and the arrow; peace used to be on their foreheads, they usually had left the culmination in their existence at the back of them at the day they marched again back to their master’s corridor. 86 loss of life, thy servant, is at my door. He has crossed the unknown sea and taken thy name to my domestic. The evening is darkish and my center is fearful—yet i'll take in the lamp, open my gates and bow to him my welcome. it really is thy messenger who stands at my door. i'll worship him with folded palms, and with tears. i'll worship him putting at his ft the treasure of my middle. he'll return together with his errand performed, leaving a dismal shadow on my morning; and in my desolate domestic in basic terms my forlorn self will stay as my final supplying to thee. 87 In determined desire i'm going and look for her in all of the corners of my room; i locate her now not. My home is small and what as soon as has long past from it will probably by no means be regained. yet limitless is thy mansion, my lord, and looking her i must come to thy door. I stand lower than the golden cover of thine night sky and that i elevate my keen eyes to thy face. i've got come to the threshold of eternity from which not anything can vanish—no wish, no happiness, no imaginative and prescient of a face noticeable via tears. Oh, dip my emptied existence into that ocean, plunge it into the inner most fullness. enable me for as soon as consider that misplaced candy contact within the allness of the universe. 88 Deity of the ruined temple! The damaged strings of Vina sing not more your compliment. The bells within the night proclaim no longer it slow of worship. The air continues to be and silent approximately you. on your desolate living comes the vagrant spring breeze. It brings the tidings of flowers—the plant life that on your worship are provided not more. Your worshipper of previous wanders ever eager for favour nonetheless refused. within the eventide, whilst fires and shadows mingle with the gloom of airborne dirt and dust, he wearily comes again to the ruined temple with starvation in his middle. Many a pageant day involves you in silence, deity of the ruined temple. Many an evening of worship is going away with lamp unlit. Many new photographs are equipped by means of masters of crafty paintings and carried to the holy circulate of oblivion while their time is come. in simple terms the deity of the ruined temple is still unworshipped in deathless overlook. 89 not more noisy, loud phrases from me—such is my master’s will. Henceforth I deal in whispers. The speech of my middle can be carried on in murmurings of a track. males hasten to the King’s industry. all of the dealers and dealers are there. yet i've got my premature depart in the course of the day, within the thick of labor. enable then the vegetation pop out in my backyard, even though it's not their time; and allow the noon bees strike up their lazy hum. complete many an hour have I spent within the strife of the great and the evil, yet now it's the excitement of my playmate of the empty days to attract my center directly to him; and that i be aware of no longer why is that this unexpected name to what dead inconsequence!

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