I cannot even explain how much I love Rabindranath Tagore. At one point I used to carry a thin copy of Gitanjali wherever I traveled. Those days I used to spent lots of time wandering the mountains of Himalayas . It is here I understood how tremendous this book is. It was enlightening. Much later I came across photos of some of the verses of Tagore in one of the libraries (I guess there is a copy in Sahitya Akademi Delhi, recently I saw it at Cubbon Park
Let my doing nothing when I have
nothing to do become untroubled in its depth of peace
like the evening in seashore when the water is silent
I have scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame’s bleak and barren height.
Lead me my guide, before the light fades, into the valley of quiet
where life’s harvest mellows into golden wisdom
The tall grass sends waves of laughter to
the sky in its flowers
and I gaze upon the horizon
Earth, clamped into rock or flitting into the clouds;
rapt in mediation in the silence of a ring of mountains
or noisy with the roar of sleepless sea waves;
you are beauty and abundance, terror and famine
Waves rise and fall The flowers blossom and fade
And my heart yearns for its place
At the feet of endless
