Gitanjali — Song 78
Gitanjali — Song 78
Rabindranath Tagore
When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first
splendour, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang “Oh, the
picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed!”
But one cried of a sudden—“It seems that somewhere there is a break in
the chain of light and one of the stars has been lost.”
The golden string of their harp snapped, their song stopped, and they
cried in dismay—“Yes, that lost star was the best, she was the glory of
all heavens!”
From that day the search is unceasing for her, and the cry goes on from
one to the other that in her the world has lost its one joy!
Only in the deepest silence of night the stars smile and whisper among
themselves—“Vain is this seeking! unbroken perfection is over all!”
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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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