Gitanjali and Fruit-gathering . onlythe wind is sighing by. I have not seen his face, nor have Ilistened to his voice; only I have heardhis gentle footsteps from the road be-fore my house. The livelong day has passed inspreading his seat on the floor; but thelamp has not been lit and I cannot askhim into my house. I live in the hope of meeting withhim; but this meeting is not yet. U GITANJALI 14 My desires are many and my cry ispitiful, but ever didst thou save me byhard refusals; and this strong mercyhas been wrought into my life throughand through. Day by day thou art making meworthy of the
Gitanjali and Fruit-gathering . onlythe wind is sighing by. I have not seen his face, nor have Ilistened to his voice; only I have heardhis gentle footsteps from the road be-fore my house. The livelong day has passed inspreading his seat on the floor; but thelamp has not been lit and I cannot askhim into my house. I live in the hope of meeting withhim; but this meeting is not yet. U GITANJALI 14 My desires are many and my cry ispitiful, but ever didst thou save me byhard refusals; and this strong mercyhas been wrought into my life throughand through. Day by day thou art making meworthy of the simple, great gifts thatthou gavest to me unasked—this skyand the light, this body and the lifeand the mind—saving me from perilsof overmuch desire. There are times when I languidlylinger and times when I awaken andhurry in search of my goal; but cruellythou hidest thyself from before me. Day by day thou art making meworthy of thy full acceptance by refus-ing me ever and anon, saving me fromperils of weak, uncertain Drawn by Nandalal BoneThe Song that I came to sing GITANJALI 13 15 I AM here to sing thee songs. In thishall of thine I have a corner seat. In thy world I have no work to do;my useless life can only break out intunes without a purpose. When the hour strikes for thy silentworship at dark temple of midnight,command me, my master, to standbefore thee to sing. When in the morning air the goldenharp is tuned, honour me, commandingmy presence. 16 I HAVE had my invitation to this worldsfestival, and thus my life has beenblessed. My eyes have seen and myears have heard. It was my part at this feast to playupon my instrument, and I have doneall I could. 14 GITANJALI Now, I ask, has the time come atlast when I may go in and see thy faceand offer thee my silent salutation? 17 I AM only waiting for love to givemyself up at last into his hands. Thatis why it is so late and why I havebeen guilty of such omissions. They come with their laws and theircodes to bind me f
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