Gitanjali and Fruit-gathering . 92 GITANJALI utterance, lay down my silent harp atthe feet of the silent. 101 Ever in my life have I sought theewith my songs. It was they who ledme from door to door, and with themhave I felt about me, searching andtouching my world. It was my songs that taught me allthe lessons I ever learnt; they showedme secret paths, they brought beforemy sight many a star on the horizon ofmy heart. They guided me all the day long tothe mysteries of the country of pleasureand pain, and, at last, to what palacegate have they brought me in theevening at the end of my journey?
Gitanjali and Fruit-gathering . 92 GITANJALI utterance, lay down my silent harp atthe feet of the silent. 101 Ever in my life have I sought theewith my songs. It was they who ledme from door to door, and with themhave I felt about me, searching andtouching my world. It was my songs that taught me allthe lessons I ever learnt; they showedme secret paths, they brought beforemy sight many a star on the horizon ofmy heart. They guided me all the day long tothe mysteries of the country of pleasureand pain, and, at last, to what palacegate have they brought me in theevening at the end of my journey?. Painted bij Abanindmnath Tufjore Ever in my life have I sought thee with my songs GITANJALI 93 102 I BOASTED among men that I hadknown you. They see your pictures inall works of mine. They come and askme, Who is he.^^* I know not howto answer them. I say, Indeed, Icannot tell. They blame me and theygo away in scorn. And you sit theresmiling. I put my tales of you into lastingsongs. The secret gushes out from myheart. They come and ask me, Tellme all your meanings. I know nothow to answer them. I say, Ah, whoknows what they mean! They smileand go away in utter scorn. And yousit there smiling. 94 GITANJALI 103 In one salutation to thee, my God, letall my senses spread out and touch thisworld at thy feet. Like a rain-cloud of July hung lowwith its burden of unshed showers letall my mind bend down at thy door inone salutation to thee. Let all my songs gather togethertheir diverse strains into a single cur-rent and flow to a sea of silence in onesalutation to thee. Like a flock of homesick
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