Deliverance is not for me in renuncia-
tion. I feel the embrace of freedom in
a thousand bonds of delight.
Thou ever pourest for me the fresh
draught of thy wine of various colours
and fragrance, filling this earthen vessel
to the brim.
My world will light its hundred
different lamps with thy flame and
place them before the altar of thy
No, I will never shut the doors of
of my senses. The delights of sight and
hearing and touch will bear thy delight.
Yes, all my illusions will burn into
illumination of joy, and all my desires
ripen into fruits of love.
From Gitanjali (Macmillan and Company, 1916) by Rabindranath Tagore. This poem is in the public domain.