Gitanjali — Song 44
Gitanjali — Song 44
Rabindranath Tagore
This is my delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow
chases light and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.
Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies, greet me and speed along
the road. My heart is glad within, and the breath of the passing breeze
is sweet.
From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door, and I know that of a
sudden the happy moment will arrive when I shall see.
In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone. In the meanwhile the air
is filling with the perfume of promise.
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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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