“I have roamed from country to country keeping her in the core of my heart, and around her have risen and fallen the decay of my life.”
“Over my thoughts and actions, my slumbers and dreams, she reigned yet dwelled alone and apart.”
“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 of 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 this moment.”
— Gitanjali/Rabindranath Tagore