In one salutation to thee, my God, let
all my senses spread out and touch this
world at thy feet.
Like a rain-cloud of July hung low
with its burden of unshed showers let
all my mind bend down at thy door in
one salutation to thee.
Let all my songs gather together
their diverse strains into a single current
and flow to a sea of silence in one salu-
tation to thee.
Like a flock of homesick cranes flying
night and day back to their mountain
nests let all my life take its voyage to
its eternal home in one salutation to
thee.
From Gitanjali (Macmillan and Co., Limited, 1913) by Rabindranath Tagore. This poem is in the public domain.