Brink Of Eternity

Poem By Rabindranath Tagore

In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.

My house is small
and what once has gone from it can never be regained.

But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.

I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.

I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
---no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.

Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch
in the allness of the universe.

Comments about Brink Of Eternity

His works are so profound
Very nice poems
Fantastic poem about the many rooms waiting for us in God's mansions- -am so taken by this inspired piece
..........all encompassing love he feels....has carried him to the brink of eternity in search of his beloved.... .a truly beautiful poem...
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe. nothing lost.


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