Gitanjali — Song 74
Gitanjali — Song 74
Rabindranath Tagore
The day is no more, the shadow is upon the earth. It is time that I go
to the stream to fill my pitcher.
The evening air is eager with the sad music of the water. Ah, it calls
me out into the dusk. In the lonely lane there is no passer-by, the
wind is up, the ripples are rampant in the river.
I know not if I shall come back home. I know not whom I shall chance to
meet. There at the fording in the little boat the unknown man plays
upon his lute.
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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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