Gitanjali 69
The same stream of life that runs through my
veins night and day runs through the world
and dances in rhythmic measures.
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 on the ocean-
cradle of birth and death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the
touch of this word of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my
blood this moment.
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