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Is it beyond thee to be glad with the gladness of this rhythm? To be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy?
All things rush on, they stop not, they look not behind, no power can hold them back, they rush on.
Keeping steps with that restless, rapid music, seasons come dancing and pass away - colours tunes, and perfumes pour in endless cascades in the abounding joy that scatters and gives up and dies every moment.
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| Gitanjali Poem no. 70 |
Summary
The poet is going on with the flow of rhythm of life. He is accompanying the inevitable movement of the creation. He is celebrating the festival of life with joy and vigour. He asks whether the God is participating in the universal joy of vitality and growth. The joy of Creator can be seen in the nature which is also joyful. All thing are moving ahead. They do not look behind and even there is no one to hold them back. This is beyond control. The cyclic changes of seasons are moving on with their rhythmic music. Colours, tunes and perfumes pour in never ending springs. They do so in abundant joy which scatters, gives itself up and dies every moment.
Critical Analysis
The eternal movement of life is inevitable. The nature full of joy is the manifestation of Divine's joy and hence it makes everything in a elevated spirit. The supreme power makes the life cycle full of vitality and motion and there is no power who can make a hold to the rythmic motion of the flourishing life.
Annotations
Beyond thee: not within capacity. Rhythm: the rythmic, rejoicing movement of life. Whirl: quick movement. Cascades: jets of water as in natural springs or waterfalls.