Thy melodies will break forth

If you speakest not
I will fill my heart with thy silence
And endure it.
I will keep still and wait
Like the night with starry vigil
And its head bent low with patience.

The morning will surely come,
The darkness will vanish,
And thy voice pour down in golden streams
Breaking through the sky.

Then thy words will take wing in songs
From every one of my birds' nests,
And thy melodies will break forth
In flowers in all my forest groves.

My heart wanders wailing with restless wind

Clouds heap upon clouds, and it darkens.
Ah, love, why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all alone?

In the busy moments of noontide work
I am with the crowd,
But on this dark lonely day
It is only for thee that I hope.

If thou showest me not thy face,
If thou leaves me wholly aside,
I know not how I am to pass
These long, rainy hours.

I keep gazing on the far away gloom of the sky,
And my heart wanders wailing with restless wind.

Verse 18, Gitanjali,
Rabindranath Tagore

Waiting for love to give myself into his hands

I am only waiting for love,
To give myself up at last, into his hands.
That is why it is so late
And why I have been guilty of such omissions.

They come with their laws
And their codes to bind me fast;
But I evade them ever,
For I am only waiting for love,
To give myself up at last into his hands.

People blame me and call me heedless;
I doubt not they are right in their blame.

The market day is over
And the work is all done for the busy.
Those who came to call me in vain
Have gone back in anger.
I am only waiting for love,
To give myself up at last into his hands.

Verse 17, Gitanjali
Rabindranath Tagore

My silent salutation

I have had my invitation to this world's festival,
And thus my life has been blessed.
My eyes have seen and my ears have heard.

It was my part at this feast to play
Upon my instrument, and I have done all I could.

Now, I ask, has the time come
At last when I may go in and see thy face
And offer thee my silent salutation?

Verse 16 - Gitanjali
Rabindranath Tagore.

I am here to sing thee songs

I am here to sing thee songs.
In this hall of thine, I have a corner seat.

In thy world I have no work to do;
My useless life can only break out
In tunes without a purpose.

When the hour strikes for thy silent worship
At dark temple of midnight,
Command me, my master,
To stand before thee to sing.

When in the morning air
The golden harp is tuned, honor me,
Commanding my presence.

Verse 15, Gitanjali,
Rabindranath Tagore. 

Saving me by thine hard refusals.

My desires are many
And my cry is pitiful,
But ever didst thou save me
By hard refusals;
And this strong mercy
Has been wrought into my life
Through and through.

Day by day thou art
Making me worthy
Of the simple, great gifts
That thou gavest to me unasked -
This sky and the light,
This body and the life,
And the mind -
Saving me from perils
of overmuch desire.

There are times
When I languidly linger
And times when I awaken
And hurry in search of my goal;
But cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me.

Day by day thou art
Making me worthy of thy full acceptance
By refusing me ever and anon,
Saving me from perils of weak, and uncertain desire.

- Verse 14 - Gitanjali
Rabindranath Tagore.

Meeting with him

The song that I came to sing
Remains unsung to this day.

I have spent my days in
Stringing and unstringing my instrument

The time has not come true,
The words have not been rightly set;
Only there is the agony
Of wishing my heart.

The blossom has not opened;
Only the wind sighing by.

I have not seen his face,
Nor have I listened to his voice;
Only I have heard his gentle footsteps,
From the road before my house.

The livelong day has passed in
Spreading his seat on the floor;
But the lamp has not been lit
And I cannot ask him into my house.

I live in the hope of meeting with him;
But this meeting is not yet.

- Verse 13 - Gitanjali
Rabindranath Tagore