Gitanjali - Maya:
- That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides, thus casting coloured shadows on your radiance - such is your maya.
You set a barrier in your own being and then call your severed self in myriad notes.
This your self-separation has taken body in me.
The poignant song is echoed through all the sky in many-coloured tears and smiles, alarms and hopes;
waves rise up and sink again, dreams break and form.
In me is your own defeat of self.
This screen that you have raised is painted with innumerable figures with the brush of the night and the day.
Behind it your seat is woven in wondrous mysteries of curves, casting away all barren lines of straightness.
The great pageant of you and me has overspread the sky.
With the tune of you and me all the air is vibrant, and all ages pass with the hiding and seeking of you and me.