Gitanjali

Updated: Apr 12, 2019

#Gitanjali – Song Offerings performed by #zHustlers in the smooth jazzy dubby reggae is the magnum opus of Rabindranath Tagore and the work that gave him the Nobel Prize. #Rabindranath #Tagore wrote in Bengali and translated to English himself. The book consists of 103 poems rooted in the ancient spiritual wisdom of India. Most of the poems found in Gitanjali are prayers written when Rabindranath Tagore experienced difficult times, he lost both his father, wife, a daughter and az son in a short time. This pain and deep devotion to God are captured in the moving prose-verses of Gitanjali, which Tagore dedicated as “Song Offerings”.


Gitanjali 35

BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;

   Where knowledge is free;

   Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by 

narrow domestic walls;

   Where words come out from the depth of truth;

    striving stretches its arms towards perfection;

   Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the 

dreary desert sand of dead habit;

   Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening 

thought and action

   Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake♾zhustlers♾ @ BSR.FM Black Sea Records Ltd.





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LYRICS WRITTEN BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE


Gitanjali 35

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free;

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by

narrow domestic walls;

Where words come out from the depth of truth;

striving stretches its arms towards perfection;

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the

dreary desert sand of dead habit;

Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening

thought and action

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.



♾zHustlers♾

GITANJALI (2019)


1 Where The Mind is Without Fear - zHustlers - Gitanjali (2019)

2 He Comes, Comes ever Comes - zHustlers - Gatanjali (2019)

3 Covered With Dust - zHustlers - Gitanjali (2019)

4 My Desires are Many - zHustlers - Gitanjali (2019)

5 I am Only Waiting - zHustlers - Gitanjali (2019)

6 I am Here to Sing Thee Songs - zHustlers - Gitanjali (2019)

7 Pilgrimage to No End - zHustlers - Gitanjali (2019)

8 The Time That My Journey Takes is Long - zHustlers - Gitanjali (2019)

9 I Live in the Hope of Meeting With Him - zHustlers - Gitanjali (2019) 1

10 Come Upon Me With a Shower of Merci - zHustlers - Gitanjali (2019)

11 I Want Only Thee - zHustlers - Gitanjali (2019)

12 The Poorest, Lowliest and Lost - zHustlers - Gitanjali (2019)

13 I ask for a moment - zHustlers - Gitanjali (2019)

14 Like a Creeper in the Summer Breeze - zHustlers - Gitanjali (2019)

15 If the Day is Done - zHustlers - Gitanjali (2019)Play

16 Thick Veil - zHustlers - Gitanjali (2019)


LYRICS


GITANJALI 10


HERE is thy footstool and there rest

thy feet where live the poorest, and

lowliest, and lost.


When I try to bow to thee, my

obeisance cannot reach down to the

depth where thy feet rest among the

poorest, and lowliest, and lost


Pride can never approach to where

thou walkest in the clothes of the

humble among the poorest, and lowliest,

and lost.


My heart can never find its way to

where thou keepest company with the

companionless among the poorest, the

lowliest, and the lost.


10 G1TANJALI


GITANJALI 12

THE time that my journey takes is long

and the way of it long.

I came out on the chariot of the first

gleam of light, and pursued my voyage

through the wildernesses of worlds leav-

ing my track on many a star and planet.

It is the most distant course that

comes nearest to thyself, and that

training is the most intricate which

leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.

The traveller has to knock at every

alien door to come to his own, and one

has to wander through all the outer

worlds to reach the innermost shrine

at the end.

My eyes strayed far and wide before

I shut them and said " Here art thou ! "

The question and the cry "Oh,

where ? " melt into tears of a thousand

streams and deluge the world with the

flood of the assurance " I am 1 "


GITANJALI 13

THE song that I came to sing remains

unsung to this day.

I have spent my days in stringing

and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true, the

words have not been rightly set ; only

there is the agony of wishing in my

heart.

The blossom has not opened ; only

the wind is 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 spread-

ing 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.


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 overmucli 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 refus-

ing me ever and anon, saving me from

perils of weak, uncertain desire.


GITANJALI 15

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 the dark temple of midnight,

command me, my master,

to stand before thee to sing.

When in the morning air

the golden harp is tuned,

honour me,

commanding my presence.


GITANJALI 17

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 heed-

less ; I doubt not they are right in their

blame.

The market day is over and 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.


GITANJALI 35

I ASK for a moment's indulgence to sit

by thy side.

The works that I have

in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my

heart knows no rest nor respite, and

my work becomes an endless toil in a

shoreless sea of toil.

To-day the summer has come at my

window with its sighs and murmurs;

and the bees are plying their minstrelsy

at the court of the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quiet, face to

face with thee, and to sing dedication

of life in this silent and overflowing

leisure.


GITANJALI 31

When the heart is hard and parched up,

come upon me with a shower of mercy.

When grace is lost from life,

come with a burst of song.

come upon me with a shower of

mercy.

When tumultuous work raises its din

on all sides shutting me out from beyond,

come to me, my lord of silence, with

thy peace and rest.

come upon me with a shower of

mercy.

When my beggarly heart sits crouched,

shut up in a corner, break open the door,

my king, and come with the ceremony

of a king.

come upon me with a shower of

mercy.

When desire blinds the mind with

delusion and dust, O thou holy one,

thou wakeful, come with thy light and

thy thunder.


EARLY in the day it was whispered that

we should sail in a boat, only thou and

I, and never a soul in the world would

know of this our pilgrimage to no

country and to no end.

In that shoreless ocean, at thy silently

listening smile my songs would swell

in melodies, free as waves, free from all

bondage of words.

Is the time not come yet ? Are there

works still to do ? Lo, the evening

has come down upon the shore and in

the fading light the seabirds come

flying to their nests.

Who knows when the chains will be

off, and the boat, like the last glimmer

of sunset, vanish into the night ?


GITANJALI 37

HAVE you not heard his silent steps ?

He comes, comes, ever comes.

Every moment and every age, every

day and every night he comes, comes, ever comes.

Many a song have I sung in many a

mood of mind, but all their notes have

always proclaimed, "

He comes, comes, ever comes."

In the fragrant days of sunny April

through the forest path

he comes, comes, ever comes.

In the rainy gloom of July nights on

the thundering chariot of clouds

he comes, comes, ever comes.

In sorrow after sorrow it is his steps

that press upon my heart, and it is

the golden touch of his feet that

makes my joy to shine.


30 GITANJALI

THAT I want thee, only thee let my

heart repeat without end. All desires

that distract me, day and night, are

false and empty to the core.

As the night keeps hidden in its

gloom the petition for light, even thus

in the depth of my unconsciousness

rings the cry I want thee, only thee.

s the storm still seeks its end in

peace when it strikes against peace

with all its might, even thus my rebellion strikes against thy

love and still its cry is I want thee, only thee.

Oh, how, indeed, could I tell them

that for thee I wait, and that thou hast

promised to come.

How could I utter

for shame that I keep for my dowry

this poverty. Ah, I hug this pride in

the secret of my heart.

I sit on the grass and gaze upon the

sky and dream of the sudden splendour

of thy coming all the lights ablaze,

golden pennons flying over thy car,

and they at the roadside standing

agape,

when they see thee come down from thy seat

to raise me from the dust, and set at thy side this

ragged beggar girl a -tremble with

shame and pride, like a creeper in a

summer breeze.

But time glides on and still no sound

of the wheels of thy chariot. Many a

procession passes by with noise and

shouts and glamour of glory. Is it only

thou who wouldst stand in the shadow

silent and behind them all ? And only I

w ho would wait and weep and wear out

my heart in vain longing ?




I ASK for a moment's indulgence to sit

by thy side. The works that I have

in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my

heart knows no rest nor respite, and

my work becomes an endless toil in a

shoreless sea of toil.

To-day the summer has come at my

window with its sighs and murmurs;

and the bees are plying their minstrelsy

at the court of the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quiet, face to

face with thee, and to sing dedication

of life in this silent and overflowing

leisure.


GITANJALI 9

LEAVE this chanting and singing and

telling of beads ! Whom dost thou

worship in this lonely dark corner of a

temple with doors all shut ? Open

thine eyes and see thy God is not before

thee!

He is there where the tiller is tilling

the hard ground and where the path-

maker is breaking stones. He is with

them in sun and in shower, and his

garment is covered with dust. Put off

thy holy mantle and even like him come

down on the dusty soil !

Deliverance ? Where is this deliver-

ance to be found ? Our master himself

has joyfully taken upon him the bonds

of creation ; he is bound with us all for

ever.

Come out of thy meditations and

leave aside thy flowers and incense !

What harm is there if thy clothes

become tattered and stained ? Meet

him and stand by him in toil and in

sweat of thy brow.


18 GITANJALI

IN the deep shadows of the rainy July,

with secret steps, thou walkest, silent

as night, eluding all watchers.

To-day the morning has closed its

eyes, heedless of the insistent calls of

the loud east wind,

and a thick veil has

been drawn over the ever-wakeful blue

sky.

The woodlands have hushed their

songs, and doors are all shut at every

house. Thou art the solitary wayfarer

in this deserted street. Oh my only

friend, my best beloved, the gates are

open in my house do not pass by like

a dream.


20 GITANJALI

IF the day is done,

if birds sing no more,

if the wind has flagged tired,

then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,

From the traveller,

whose sack of provisions is empty

before the voyage is ended,

whose garment is torn and dust-laden,

IF the day is done,

if birds sing no more,

if the wind has flagged tired,

then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,

whose strength is exhausted,

remove shame and poverty,

and renew his life like a flower

under the cover of thy kindly night.

IF the day is done,

if birds sing no more,

if the wind has flagged tired,

then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,


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