GITANJALI
A poem by Tagore
(Song of Offerings)

The same stream of life that runs through
my veins night and day runs through
the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through
the dust of the earth in numberless blades
of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves
of leaves and flowers
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean
cradle of birth and death in ebb and in flow
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the
touch of this world of life. And my pride is
from the life throb of ages dancing in my
blood of this moment