Leave this chanting and singing and telling
of beads! Whom dost thou worship in this lonely
dark corner of a temple with doors all shut?
Inst open thine eyes and see thy god is not
before thee!
He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard
ground and where the path maker is breaking stone.
He is with them in sun and in shower and his
garment is covered with dust. Put off thy holy mantle
and even like him come down on the dusty coil!
Deliverance? Where is this deliverance to be found?
Our master himself has joyfully taken upon him the bonds
of creation, he is bound with us all for ever.
Come out of thy meditations and leave thy flowers
and incense aside! What harm is there if thy
clothes become tattered and stained? Meet him
and stand by him in toil and in sweat of thy brow.
পাতা:Original manuscript of Gitanjali - Rabindranath Tagore - Rothenstein collection.pdf/৬১
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