In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room; I find her not.
My house is small and what once has gone from it
can never be regained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.
I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.
I have come to the brink of eternity
from which nothing can vanish --
no hope, no happiness,
no vision of a face seen through tears.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel
that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe.
ohne Titel, aus Gitanjali, Nr. 87