Gitanjali — Song 97
Gitanjali — Song 97
Rabindranath Tagore
When my play was with thee I never questioned who thou wert. I knew nor
shyness nor fear, my life was boisterous.
In the early morning thou wouldst call me from my sleep like my own
comrade and lead me running from glade to glade.
On those days I never cared to know the meaning of songs thou sangest
to me. Only my voice took up the tunes, and my heart danced in their
cadence.
Now, when the playtime is over, what is this sudden sight that is come
upon me? The world with eyes bent upon thy feet stands in awe with all
its silent stars.
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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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