Gitanjali - Service:
- Your gifts to us mortals fulfil all our needs and yet run back to you undiminished.
The river has its everyday work to do and hastens through fields and hamlets;
yet its incessant stream winds towards the washing of your feet.
The flower sweetens the air with its perfume;
yet its last service is to offer itself to you.
Your worship does not impoverish the world.
From the words of the poet men take what meanings please them;
yet their last meaning points to you.