Category Archives: Gitanjali

   Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them.    Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed.    I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and … Continue reading →

   He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon. I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day I lose sight of my true … Continue reading →

   The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.    I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.    The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; … Continue reading →

   I thought I should ask of thee—but I dared not—the rose wreath thou hadst on thy neck. Thus I waited for the morning, when thou didst depart, to find a few fragments on the bed. And like a beggar I … Continue reading →

   Have you not heard his silent steps? He comes, cones, ever comes.    Every moment and every age, every day and every night he comes, comes.ever comes.    Many a sone have I sung in many a mood of … Continue reading →

   If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience.    The morning will surely come, … Continue reading →

   On the day when the lotus bloomed , alas, my mind way straying. and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.    Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I … Continue reading →

   Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens. Ah, love, why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all alone?    In the busy moments of the noontide work I am with the crowd, but on this dark … Continue reading →

   This is my delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.    Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies, greet me and speed along the … Continue reading →