Gitanjali — Song 87
Gitanjali — Song 87
Rabindranath Tagore
In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my
room; I find her not.
My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be regained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking her I have to come to
thy door.
I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky and I lift my
eager eyes to thy face.
I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish—no
hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, plunge it into the deepest
fullness. Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch in the allness of
the universe.
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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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