Art thou abroad on tehis stormy night
On the journey of love, my friend?
The sky groans like one in despair.
I have no sleep to-night.
Ever again I open my door
And look out on the darkness, my friend!
I can see nothing before me.
I wonder where lies thy path!
By what dim shore of the ink-black river,
By what far edge of the frowning forest,
Through what mazy depth
Of gloom art thou treading thy course
To come to me, my friend?
- Rabindranath Tagore. Gitanjali. Verse 23.
On the journey of love, my friend?
The sky groans like one in despair.
I have no sleep to-night.
Ever again I open my door
And look out on the darkness, my friend!
I can see nothing before me.
I wonder where lies thy path!
By what dim shore of the ink-black river,
By what far edge of the frowning forest,
Through what mazy depth
Of gloom art thou treading thy course
To come to me, my friend?
- Rabindranath Tagore. Gitanjali. Verse 23.
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