Gitanjali — Song 45
Gitanjali — Song 45
Rabindranath Tagore
Have you not heard his silent steps? He comes, comes, ever comes.
Every moment and every age, every day and every night he comes, comes,
ever comes.
Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind, but all their notes
have always proclaimed, “He comes, comes, ever comes.”
In the fragrant days of sunny April through the forest path he comes,
comes, ever comes.
In the rainy gloom of July nights on the thundering chariot of clouds
he comes, comes, ever comes.
In sorrow after sorrow it is his steps that press upon my heart, and it
is the golden touch of his feet that makes my joy to shine.
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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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