Gitanjali — Song 55
Gitanjali — Song 55
Rabindranath Tagore
Languor is upon your heart and the slumber is still on your eyes.
Has not the word come to you that the flower is reigning in splendour
among thorns? Wake, oh awaken! let not the time pass in vain!
At the end of the stony path, in the country of virgin solitude, my
friend is sitting all alone. Deceive him not. Wake, oh awaken!
What if the sky pants and trembles with the heat of the midday sun—what
if the burning sand spreads its mantle of thirst—
Is there no joy in the deep of your heart? At every footfall of yours,
will not the harp of the road break out in sweet music of pain?
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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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