Gitanjali — Song 94
Gitanjali — Song 94
Rabindranath Tagore
At this time of my parting, wish me good luck, my friends! The sky is
flushed with the dawn and my path lies beautiful.
Ask not what I have with me to take there. I start on my journey with
empty hands and expectant heart.
I shall put on my wedding garland. Mine is not the red-brown dress of
the traveller, and though there are dangers on the way I have no fear
in mind.
The evening star will come out when my voyage is done and the plaintive
notes of the twilight melodies be struck up from the King’s gateway.
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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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