পাতা:Original manuscript of Gitanjali - Rabindranath Tagore - Rothenstein collection.pdf/১০৭

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 That I should make much of my self and turn it on all sides thus casting coloured shadows on thy radiance, such is thy maya. Thou settst a barrier in thine own bring and then callest thy severed self in myriad notes. This thy self-separation has taken body in me. The poignant song of severance is echoed through all the sky in many-coloured tears and smiles, hopes and fears, and waves rise and fall, dreams break and form. In me is thy own defeat of self.

 This screen that thou hast raised is painted with innumerable figures with the brush of the night and the day. And behind it thou hast woven thy sear in wondrous mysteries curves, spurning all barren lines of straightness.

 The great pageant of thee and me has overspread all the sky. With the tune of thee and me all the air is vibrant and all ages pass with the hiding and seekings of thee and me.