Sing the song of mirth, heart
For the autumn has brought home the guest;
The silent words of sky azure
The dewy longing which lures
Today in strings thine sing so pure;
Come take part in songs
Of fields filled with corns,
Be afloat in the rivery flow
Of tuneful water so;
Take a look at autumn's face
And let that keep you blessed
And then keeping the door open
Go out and life embrace.
(* transliteration of song number 38, Gitanjali,)
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