-Reji
In Many a Name, In many a Guise, In many a Rupture of Joy and Sorrow...
He it is who weaves the web of this maya in evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green, and lets peep out through the folds his feet, at whose touch I forget myself.
Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.
-Rabindranath Tagore (Nobel Laureate Indian Poet -1864-1940 ) from 'Gitanjali '
In Many a Name, In many a Guise, In many a Rupture of Joy and Sorrow...
He it is who weaves the web of this maya in evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green, and lets peep out through the folds his feet, at whose touch I forget myself.
Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.
-Rabindranath Tagore (Nobel Laureate Indian Poet -1864-1940 ) from 'Gitanjali '