Gitanjali 103

In one salutation to thee, my God, let 
all my senses spread out and touch this 
world at thy feet.
   Like a rain-cloud of July hung low 
with its burden of unshed showers let 
all my mind bend down at thy door in 
one salutation to thee.
   Let all my songs gather together 
their diverse strains into a single current
and flow to a sea of silence in one salu- 
tation to thee.
   Like a flock of homesick cranes flying 
night and day back to their mountain 
nests let all my life take its voyage to 
its eternal home in one salutation to 
thee.