Gitanjali 11: Leave this chanting and singing and telling of

Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads! Whom dost thou

worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut?

Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee!

He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground and where the

pathmaker is breaking stones. He is with them in sun and in shower, and

his garment is covered with dust. Put of thy holy mantle and even like

him come down on the dusty soil!

Deliverance? Where is this deliverance to be found? Our master himself

has joyfully taken upon him the bonds of creation; he is bound with us

all for ever.

Come out of thy meditations and leave aside thy flowers and incense!

What harm is there if thy clothes become tattered and stained? Meet him

and stand by him in toil and in sweat of thy brow.