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GITANJALI
by the side of men, and thus stand by thee. I shrink to give up my life, and thus do not plunge into the great waters of life.
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When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first splendour, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang "Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed!"
But one cried of a sudden—"It seems that somewhere there is a break in the chain of light and one of the stars has been lost."
The golden string of their harp snapped, their song stopped, and they cried in dismay—"Yes, that lost star was the best, she was the glory of all heavens! "
From that day the search is unceasing for her, and the cry goes on
