Gitanjali — Song 102
Gitanjali — Song 102
Rabindranath Tagore
I boasted among men that I had known you. They see your pictures in all
works of mine. They come and ask me, “Who is he?” I know not how to
answer them. I say, “Indeed, I cannot tell.” They blame me and they go
away in scorn. And you sit there smiling.
I put my tales of you into lasting songs. The secret gushes out from my
heart. They come and ask me, “Tell me all your meanings.” I know not
how to answer them. I say, “Ah, who knows what they mean!” They smile
and go away in utter scorn. And you sit there smiling.
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Complete 103-poem English Gitanjali, translated by the author and published in 1912. · Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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