Religion
Fruit-Gathering 6: Where roads are made I lose my way
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore (1916) · From Fruit-Gathering (1916)
Religion
Where roads are made I lose my way.
In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.
The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.
And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way.
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MLA
Tagore, Rabindranath. “Fruit-Gathering 6: Where roads are made I lose my way.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/519/.
Chicago
Tagore, Rabindranath. “Fruit-Gathering 6: Where roads are made I lose my way.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/519/.
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