Gitanjali-63
THOU hast made me known to friends
whom I knew not. Thou hast given
me seats in homes not my own. Thou
hast brought the distant near and
made a brother of the stranger
I am uneasy at heart when I have
to leave my accustomed shelter; I
forget that there abides the old in
the new, and that there also thou
abidest.
Through birth and death, in this
world or in others, wherever thou
leadest me it is thou, the same, the
one companion of my endless life
who ever linkest my heart with bonds
of joy to the unfamiliar.
When one knows thee, then alien
there is none, then no door is shut.
Oh, grant me my prayer that I may
never lose the bliss of the touch of
the one in the play of the many.