Gitanjali — Song 72
Gitanjali — Song 72
Rabindranath Tagore
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden
touches.
He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on
the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
He it is who weaves the web of this _maya_ in evanescent hues of gold
and silver, blue and green, and lets peep out through the folds his
feet, at whose touch I forget myself.
Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a
name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.
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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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