Gitanjali — Song 75
Gitanjali — Song 75
Rabindranath Tagore
Thy gifts to us mortals fulfil all our needs and yet run back to thee
undiminished.
The river has its everyday work to do and hastens through fields and
hamlets; yet its incessant stream winds towards the washing of thy
feet.
The flower sweetens the air with its perfume; yet its last service is
to offer itself to thee.
Thy worship does not impoverish the world.
From the words of the poet men take what meanings please them; yet
their last meaning points to thee.
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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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