Gitanjali
Gitanjali Poem No. 65 - Summary and Analysis
What divine drink wouldst thou have, my God, from this overflowing cup of my life? My poet, is it t…
What divine drink wouldst thou have, my God, from this overflowing cup of my life? My poet, is it t…
On the slope of the desolate river among tall grasses I asked her, "Maiden, where do you go sh…
Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. T…
When I bring to you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on cl…
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes - does anybody know from where it comes? Yes, there is a ru…
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the re…
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love, O beloved of my heart - this golden light that dances up…
Let all the strains of joy mingle in my last song - the joy that makes the earth flow over in the r…
Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light! Ah, the li…
Thus it is that thy joy in me is so full. Thus it is that thou hast come down to me. O thou lord of…
Languor is upon your heart and the slumber is still on your eyes. Has not the word come to you that…
I asked nothing from thee; I uttered not my name to thine ear. When thou took'st thy leave I st…
Beautiful is thy wristlet, decked with stars and cunningly wrought in myriad-coloured jewels. But m…
I thought I should ask of thee - but I dared not - the rose wreath thou hadst on thy neck. Thus I w…
The night darkened. Our day's works had been done. We thought that the last guest had arrived f…
I had gone a-begging from door to door in the village path, when thy golden chariot appeared in the…