Gitanjali — Song 98
Gitanjali — Song 98
Rabindranath Tagore
I will deck thee with trophies, garlands of my defeat. It is never in
my power to escape unconquered.
I surely know my pride will go to the wall, my life will burst its
bonds in exceeding pain, and my empty heart will sob out in music like
a hollow reed, and the stone will melt in tears.
I surely know the hundred petals of a lotus will not remain closed for
ever and the secret recess of its honey will be bared.
From the blue sky an eye shall gaze upon me and summon me in silence.
Nothing will be left for me, nothing whatever, and utter death shall I
receive at thy feet.
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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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