Gitanjali — Song 26
Gitanjali — Song 26
Rabindranath Tagore
He came and sat by my side but I woke not. What a cursed sleep it was,
O miserable me!
He came when the night was still; he had his harp in his hands, and my
dreams became resonant with its melodies.
Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight
whose breath touches my sleep?
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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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