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On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.
Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness.
I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagined all work had ceased. In the morning I woke up and found my garden full with wonders of flowers.
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| Gitanjali Poem no. 81 |
Summary
The poem sings the mysterious message of optimistic approach. The poet grieves at his loss of time, and unsuccessful moments. But he feels, later on, that no time is wasted, every second of life is taken care by God, in His hands. God is there behind all the activity that goes on in Nature. It is He who makes the seeds sprout into saplings, buds into blossoms, and is making flowers develop into ripe fruit. God gives result to every labour of man so he shouldn't cry for the unsuccess of his labours. God is loving and caring. He always keeps in his mind the good of human beings. Everything is sprouting into fruitful. He is ever blessing man's efforts with success so why should man wail over the loss of time. The poet conveys a mystic experience. He is tired and feels sleepy and imagines that all works are ceased but when he gets up in the next morning he wonders that the garden is full of wonderful flowers.
Critical Analysis
The God is enough caring. He cares about every human being of his creation. He blesses everyone's efforts with fruitful success. Man shouldn't cry over the fruitless moments of his life. He will get reward of that very moment at any moment in his life. Later or sooner everyone gets the reward of his labour. In the last lines the poet explains the mystic experience whenever he feels himself exhausted and out of words the God helps him. The inspirational touch of God fills his mind full of wonderful imagination. The garden of his mind is filled with the sweet, bright and wonderful flowery thoughts.
"On many an idle day have I grieved over last time. But it is never lost, my Lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hand hands."
Man can perceive only outward reality and this often dissatisfies him. God's ways are mysterious. It has often appeared to the poet that he has spent the day in idleness. He has then felt him to have been lost. He realizes now that time is never really lost, although a man may not be conscious of having done anything during it. God takes every moment of a man's life into His own hands and puts it to some account. For example, man may only see flowers coming up in his garden one morning, nor realizing that work has been going on unnoticed, and even underground - the sprouting of seeds and the blossoming of buds. Man should, never be disheartened.
Annotations
Grieved: sad. Nourishing: flourishing. Sprouts: seedling. Ceased: stop.