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Tagore's Geetanjali

1. Geetanjali 1
2. Geetanjali 2
3. Geetanjali 3
4. Geetanjali 4
5. Geetanjali 5
6. Geetanjali 6
7. Geetanjali 7
8. Geetanjali 8
9. Geetanjali 9
10. Geetanjali 10
11. Geetanjali 11
12. Geetanjali 12
13. Geetanjali 13
14. Geetanjali 14
15. Geetanjali 15
16. Geetanjali 16
17. Geetanjali 17
18. Geetanjali 18
     
19. Geetanjali 19
20. Geetanjali 20
21. Geetanjali 21
22. Geetanjali 22
23. Geetanjali 23
24. Geetanjali 24
25. Geetanjali 25
26. Geetanjali 26
27. Geetanjali 27
28. Geetanjali 28
29. Geetanjali 29
30. Geetanjali 30
31. Geetanjali 31
32. Geetanjali 32
33. Geetanjali 33
34. Geetanjali 34
35. Geetanjali 35
36. Osho on Tagore
37. Yeat on Gitanjali

Obstinate are the trammels,
but my heart aches when I try to break them.

Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed.

I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee,
and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room

The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death;
I hate it, yet hug it in love.

My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy;
yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.

Song 29

He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon. I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.

I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand lest a least hole should be left in this name; and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.

Song 30

I came out alone on my way to my tryst. But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?

I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.

He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger; he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.

He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame; but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.