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Tagore
VIGIL In the boundless heavens the Great Ascetic, Vast Time keeps vigil. He keeps vigil For a manifestation till now unconceived, unimagined, That none has yet known, That has revealed itself nowhere. In the air, in the sky the new music That rose never and nowhere in the world, Prepares itself in a mystery sphere Through songs ringing out the secret heart's silent voices. The dams round the celestial city shall crumble, The flood of the And the ancient walls of a deaf age Shall be swept away. One who is remembered no more, One whose name none has ever heard, One for whom the whole universe waits unknowingly On the roadside just for a glimpse – His truth in its supreme ecstasy Shall overwhelm man's mind with its magic touch, And in a moment the old, inert, dead shell Shall dissolve – It is for Him through all the ages The great Time Spirit
keeps vigil.
Page – 162 "PROTECT ME" “Protect me when in danger”, Such is not my prayer, O Lord! Rather to fear not when in danger. In grief and pain, when the heart is sore I do not crave for solace, Rather to conquer grief and Pain. When no help or aid is near, To hold my own strength unbroken: When the world brings nothing but loss and the only gain is frustration, Not to let my soul yield and sink. Lighten my burden, bring me comfort; Such is not my prayer, O Lord! Rather to be strong to bear the burden. In days of happiness, with bowed head, To look and find your face, In unhappy nights When the whole earth turns away, Never to doubt of your Presence. THE DANCER'S WORSHIP Have mercy, O merciful One! I bow to Thee, I bow! I call upon Thee, O Peerless! In the delight of dance My soul rings out her heavings. My body, in every limb, calls yearningly, Lost is my lore in Thy voice Pouring music all around into a new birth: My adoration leaps out in music in every limb of mine. Oh! This supreme pain that aches my soul, Squeezes my
heart,–
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in the Where Beauty awakes! All my being, all my pain Has built this adoration of mine; May it not end in shame, This life-offering at Thy Feet! I have not culled flowers from any woodland, I have not gathered fruits, Empty is my jar, I have not filled it with holy water. Into every limb of mine, my heart Freed from all bonds Pours out streams From the Beyond. At Thy Feet may it lose itself utterly, In this sacred service of worship. My adoration leaps out in music In every limb of mine! THE LANDS OF The lands of The winds of Blessed be they, Blessed be they, Blessed by they, O lord! The huts of The woods of Be they full, be they full, Be they full, O Lord! The vows of The acts of Page – 164 Be they true, be they true, Be they true, O Lord! The hearts of In homes of Be they one, be they one, Be they one, O Lord! Page – 165
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