Gitanjali-78
WHFN the creation was new and all
the stars shone in their first
splendour, the gods held their
assembly in the sky and sang "Oh, the
picture of perfection! the joy
unalloyed !"
But one cried of a sudden- "It
seems that somewhere there is a
break in the chain -of light and one of
the stars has been lost."
The golden string of their harp
snapped, their song stopped, and
they cried in dismay- 'Yes, that lost
star was the best, she was the glory of
all heavens!"
From that day the search is
unceasing for her, and the cry goes on
from one to the other that in her the
world has lost its one joy !
Only in the deepest silence of
night the stars smile and whisper
among themselves- "Vain is this
seeking ! Unbroken perfection is over
all !"