Peace be unto thee, stranger, enter and be not afraid.
I have left the gate open and thou art welcome to my home.
There is room in my house for all.
I have swept the hearth and lighted the fire.
The room is warm and cheerful and you will find comfort and rest within.
The table is laid and the fruits of Life are spread before thee.
The wine is here also, it sparkles in the light.
I have set a chair for you where the sunbeams dance through the shade.
Sit and rest and refresh your soul.
Eat of the fruit and drink the wine.
All, all is yours, and you are welcome.
I have set a chair for you where the sunbeams dance through the shade.
ReplyDeleteSit and rest and refresh your soul.
All, all is yours, and you are welcome.
Ah, this is like Dada Tagore's I read.
By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what maze depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend?
Now I have have to work.
You should read out more from Gitanjali.
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