পাতা:Original manuscript of Gitanjali - Rabindranath Tagore - Rothenstein collection.pdf/১১

এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা হয়েছে, কিন্তু বৈধকরণ করা হয়নি।


 Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel than emptiest again, and fillest it ever with fresher life.

 This little flute of a reed than hast carried over hills and dales and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new. At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in a great joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable. Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass and still than pinrest and still there is room to fill.

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