Saturday, October 01, 2005

Thou hast made me endless

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure.

This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again,

and fillest it ever with fresh life.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales,

and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses

its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine.

Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.


Rabindranath Tagore (6 May 1861 - 7 August 1941) Indian philosopher, poet; winner of the Nobel Prize for literature in 1913.; also known as Robi Thakur.

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