Gitanjali — Song 81
Gitanjali — Song 81
Rabindranath Tagore
On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never
lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own
hands.
Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts,
buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness.
I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagined all work had
ceased. In the morning I woke up and found my garden full with wonders
of flowers.
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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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