All World
Gayatri Pariwar

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-cradles 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.

Is it beyond thee to be glad with the gladness of this rhythm? To be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy?

All things rush on, they stop not, they look not behind, no power can hold them back, they rush on.

Keeping steps with that restless, rapid music, seasons come dancing and pass away – colours, tunes and perfumes pour in endless cascades in the abounding joy that scatters and gives up and dies every moment.

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Note: May 7, 2005 is the 64th Nirvana anniversary of Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore – one of the greatest savants, sages, seers, poets and writers of 20th century – a Nobel Laureate. Here we publish his words of ageless wisdom from his masterpiece – Gitanjali – as a token of our humble obeisance.