Gitanjali - Meeting:

  • The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.

    I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.

    The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set;

    only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.

    The blossom has not opened;

    only the wind is sighing by.

    I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice;

    only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.

    The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor;

    but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.

    I live in the hope of meeting with him;

    but this meeting is not yet.
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