Tagore's Gitanjali , POEM NO. 95

I WAS not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life. 

What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery like a bud in the forest at midnight! 

When in the morning I looked upon the light I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world, 

that the inscrutable without name and form had taken me in its arms in the form of my own mother. 

Even so, in death the same unknown will appear as ever known to me. 

And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well. 

The child cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away, in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation. 

Tagore's Gitanjali , POEM NO. 96

WHEN I go from hence let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable. 

I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and thus am I blessed ⎯ let this be my parting word. 

In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him that is formless. 

My whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch; and if the end comes here, let it come ⎯ let this be my parting word.

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Tagore's Gitanjali,POEM NO. 97

WHEN my play was with thee I never questioned who thou wert. 

I knew nor shyness nor fear, my life was boisterous. 

In the early morning thou wouldst call me from my sleep like my own comrade and lead me running from glade to glade. 

On those days I never cared to know the meaning of songs thou sangest to me. 

Only my voice took up the tunes, and my heart danced in their cadence. 

Now, when the playtime is over, what is this sudden sight that is come upon me? 

The world with eyes bent upon thy feet stands in awe with all its silent stars.

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Tagore's Gitanjali, POEM NO. 98

I WILL deck thee with trophies, garlands of my defeat. It is never in my power to escape unconquered. 

I surely know my pride will go to the wall, my life will burst its bonds in exceeding pain, and my empty heart will sob out in music like a hollow reed, and the stone will melt in tears. 

I surely know the hundred petals of a lotus will not remain closed for ever and the secret recess of its honey will be bared. 

From the blue sky an eye shall gaze upon me and summon me in silence. Nothing will be left for me, nothing whatever, and utter death shall I receive at thy feet. 

Tagore's Gitanjali ,POEM NO. 99

WHEN I give up the helm I know that the time has come for thee to take it. 

What there is to do will be instantly done. Vain is this struggle. 

Then take away your hands and silently put up with your defeat, my heart, and think it your good fortune to sit perfectly still where you are placed. 

These my lamps are blown out at every little puff of wind, and trying to light them I forget all else again and again. 

But I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark, spreading my mat on the floor; and whenever it is thy pleasure, my lord, come silently and take thy seat here. 

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Tagore's Gitanjali ,POEM NO. 100

I DIVE down into the depth of the ocean of forms, hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless. 

No more sailing from harbour to harbour with this my weather-beaten boat. 

The days are long passed when my sport was to be tossed on waves. 

And now I am eager to die into the deathless. 

Into the audience hall by the fathomless abyss where swells up the music of toneless strings I shall take this harp of my life. 

I shall tune it to the notes of for ever, and, when it has sobbed out its last utterance, lay down my silent harp at the feet of the silent. 

Tagore's Gitanjali , POEM NO. 101

EVER in my life have I sought thee with my songs. 

It was they who led me from door to door, and with them have I felt about me, searching and touching my world. 

It was my songs that taught me all the lessons 

I ever learnt; they showed me secret paths, they brought before my sight many a star on the horizon of my heart. 

They guided me all the day long to the mysteries of the country of pleasure and pain, 

and, at last, to what palace gate have they brought me in the evening at the end of my journey?