Songs of Gitanjali

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!

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The sleep that flits on baby's eyes - 
does anybody know from where it comes? 
Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling 
where, in the fairy village among shadows of the forest 
dimly lit with glow-worms, 
there hang two timid buds of enchantment. 
From there it comes to kiss baby's eyes.

The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps - 
does anybody know where it was born? 
Yes, there is a rumour 
that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched 
the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, 
and there the smile was first born 
in the dream of a dew-washed morning - 
the smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps.

The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on baby's limbs - 
does anybody know where it was hidden so long? 
Yes, when the mother was a young girl it lay pervading her heart 
in tender and silent mystery of love - 
the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on baby's limbs.

Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light!

Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the centre of my life;
the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love;
the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.

The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.
Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.

The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling,
and it scatters gems in profusion.

Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling,
and gladness without measure. 
The heaven's river has drowned its banks 
and the flood of joy is abroad.