Gitanjali 75

Thy gifts to us mortals fulfil all our
needs and yet run back to thee un-
    The river has its everyday work to
do and hastens through fields and
hamlets; yet its incessant stream winds
towards the washing of thy feet.
    The flower sweetens the air with its
perfume; yet its last service is to offer
itself to thee.
    Thy worship does not impoverish the
    From the words of the poet men take
what meanings please them; yet their
last meaning points to thee.

From Gitanjali (Macmillan and Company, 1916) by Rabindranath Tagore. This poem is in the public domain.