The same stream of life that runs
through my veins night and day runs
through the world and dances in
It is the same life that shoots in joy
through the dust of the earth in
numberless blades of grass and breaks
into tumultuous waves of leaves and
It is the same life that is rocked in
the ocean-cradle of birth and of death,
in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by
the touch of this world of life. And my
pride is from the life-throb of ages
dancing in my blood this moment.
From Gitanjali (Macmillan and Company, 1916) by Rabindranath Tagore. This poem is in the public domain.