Gitanjali 75
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Rabindranath Tagore
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Thy gifts to us mortals fulfil all our
needs and yet run back to thee un-
diminished.
The river has its everyday work to
do and hastens through fields and
hamlets; yet its incessant stream winds
towards the washing of thy feet.
The flower sweetens the air with its
perfume; yet its last service is to offer
itself to thee.
Thy worship does not impoverish the
world.
From the words of the poet men take
what meanings please them; yet their
last meaning points to thee.
Bu metin şairin özgün dilinde (bn) değil, bir çeviridir.
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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