Gitanjali — Song 92
Gitanjali — Song 92
Rabindranath Tagore
I know that the day will come when my sight of this earth shall be
lost, and life will take its leave in silence, drawing the last curtain
over my eyes.
Yet stars will watch at night, and morning rise as before, and hours
heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.
When I think of this end of my moments, the barrier of the moments
breaks and I see by the light of death thy world with its careless
treasures. Rare is its lowliest seat, rare is its meanest of lives.
Things that I longed for in vain and things that I got—let them pass.
Let me but truly possess the things that I ever spurned and overlooked.
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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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