Gitanjali — Song 37
Gitanjali — Song 37
Rabindranath Tagore
I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my
power,—that the path before me was closed, that provisions were
exhausted and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me. And when old words die out
on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the
old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.
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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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