Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This little flute of a reed thou 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 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 thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.
I think this poem clearly shows Tagore's devotion toward God Krishna, the flute being His symbol. They were all later translated into English and many other languages. In 1913, Tagore was awarded The Nobel Prize in Literature for his Gitanjali , a collection of his devotional poems including the one I have here. Please read the first poem also. Thank you for visiting this page.