Gitanjali 97

When my play was with thee I never 
questioned who thou wert. I knew nor 
shyness nor fear, my life was boisterous.
    In the early morning thou wouldst
call me from my sleep like my own 
comrade and lead me running from
glade to glade.
    On those days I never cared to know
the meaning of songs thou sangest to 
me. Only my voice took up the tunes, 
and my heart danced in their cadence.
    Now, when the playtime is over, 
what is this sudden sight that is come 
upon me? The world with eyes bent 
upon thy feet stands in awe with all its 
silent stars.