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Poem – 1

THOU hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest
again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through
Its melodies are eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands, my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to
utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and
still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

Poem – 2

WHEN thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and
I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes.
All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony ⎯ and my
adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.
I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a singer I come before thy
presence.
I touch by the edge of the far-spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never
aspire to reach.
Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.

Poem – 3

I KNOW not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen in silent amazement.
The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of thy music runs from sky to
sky. The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.

My heart longs to join in thy song, but vainly struggles for a voice. I would speak, but
speech breaks not into song, and I cry out baffled. Ah, thou hast made my heart captive
in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

Poem – 4

LIFE of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing that thy living touch is
upon all my limbs.
I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing that thou art that truth
which has kindled the light of reason in my mind.
I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in flower, knowing
that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart.
And it shall be my endeavor to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives
me strength to act.

Poem – 5

I ASK for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will
finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work
becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
To-day the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees
are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent
and overflowing leisure.

Poem – 6

PLUCK this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.
It may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand
and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower in thy service and
pluck it while there is time.

Poem- 7

MY song has put off her adornments.
She has no pride of dress and decoration. Ornaments would mar our union; they would
come between thee and me; their jingling would drown thy whispers.
My poet’s vanity dies in shame before thy sight. O master poet, I have sat down at thy
feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with
music.

Poem – 8

THE child who is decked with prince’s robes and who has jewelled chains round his neck
loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at every step.
In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps himself from the world, and is
afraid even to move.
Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keep one shut off from the healthful dust
of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.

Poem – 9

O FOOL, to try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders! O beggar, to come to beg at thy
own door!
Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all, and never look behind in regret.
Thy desire at once puts out the light from the lamp it touches with its breath.
It is unholy ⎯ take not thy gifts through its unclean hands. Accept only what is offered
by sacred love.

Poem – 10

HERE is thy footstool and there rest thy feet where live the poorest, and lowliest, and
lost.
When I try to bow to thee, my obeisance cannot reach down to the depth where thy feet
rest among the poorest, and lowliest, and lost.
Pride can never approach to where thou walkest in the clothes of the humble among the
poorest, and lowliest, and lost.
My heart can never find its way to where thou keepest company with the companionless
among the poorest, the lowliest, and the lost.

About the Gitanjali PDF in English

Author
Rabindranath Tagore
Original title গীতাঞ্জলি
Country India
Language Bengali
Subject Devotion to God
Genre Poem
Publication date
1910
Published in English
1912
Pages 104

About Rabindranath Tagore in English For Project

Born Rabindranath Thakur
7 May 1861, 25th of Baishakh, 1268 (Bengali calendar)
Calcutta, Bengal Presidency, British India (now Kolkata, West Bengal, India)
Died 7 August 1941 (aged 80)
Calcutta, Bengal Presidency, British India (now Kolkata, West Bengal, India)
Resting place Ashes scattered in the Ganges
Pen name Bhanusingha
Occupation
  • Poet
  • novelist
  • dramatist
  • essayist
  • story-writer
  • composer
  • painter
  • philosopher
  • social reformer
  • educationist
  • linguist
  • grammarian
Language
  • Bengali
Period Bengali Renaissance
Literary movement Contextual Modernism
Notable works
  • Gitanjali
  • Ghare-Baire
  • Gora
  • Jana Gana Mana
  • Rabindra Sangeet
  • Amar Shonar Bangla
  • (other works)
Notable awards Nobel Prize in Literature 1913
Spouse
Mrinalini Devi (m. 1883; wid. 1902)

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