gitanjali

I was not aware of the moment when I
first crossed the threshold of this life.

What was the power that made me .
open out into this vast mystery like a
bud in the forest at midnight!

When in the morning I looked
upon the light I felt in a moment that
I was no stranger in this world. that
the inscrutable without name and
form had taken me in its arms in the
form of my own mother.

Even so, in death the same
unknown will appear as ever known
to me. And because I love this life. I
know I shall love death as well.

The child cries out when from the
right breast the mother takes it away,
in the very next moment to find in
the left one its consolation.