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Gitanjali Chapter 49 / 104

Contents

  1. 1 Introduction (W. B. Yeats)
  2. 2 Song 1
  3. 3 Song 2
  4. 4 Song 3
  5. 5 Song 4
  6. 6 Song 5
  7. 7 Song 6
  8. 8 Song 7
  9. 9 Song 8
  10. 10 Song 9
  11. 11 Song 10
  12. 12 Song 11
  13. 13 Song 12
  14. 14 Song 13
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  22. 22 Song 21
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  25. 25 Song 24
  26. 26 Song 25
  27. 27 Song 26
  28. 28 Song 27
  29. 29 Song 28
  30. 30 Song 29
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  48. 48 Song 47
  49. 49 Song 48
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Gitanjali

Song 48

The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs; and the flowers were all merry by the roadside; and the wealth of gold was scattered through the rift of the clouds while we busily went on our way and paid no heed.

We sang no glad songs nor played; we went not to the village for barter; we spoke not a word nor smiled; we lingered not on the way. We quickened our pace more and more as the time sped by.

The sun rose to the mid sky and doves cooed in the shade. Withered leaves danced and whirled in the hot air of noon. The shepherd boy drowsed and dreamed in the shadow of the banyan tree, and I laid myself down by the water and stretched my tired limbs on the grass.

My companions laughed at me in scorn; they held their heads high and hurried on; they never looked back nor rested; they vanished in the distant blue haze. They crossed many meadows and hills, and passed through strange, far-away countries. All honour to you, heroic host of the interminable path! Mockery and reproach pricked me to rise, but found no response in me. I gave myself up for lost in the depth of a glad humiliation—in the shadow of a dim delight.

The repose of the sun-embroidered green gloom slowly spread over my heart. I forgot for what I had travelled, and I surrendered my mind without struggle to the maze of shadows and songs.

At last, when I woke from my slumber and opened my eyes, I saw thee standing by me, flooding my sleep with thy smile. How I had feared that the path was long and wearisome, and the struggle to reach thee was hard!