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In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out
and touch this world at thy feet.

Like a rain cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showers
let all my mind bend down at thy door
in one salutation to thee.

Let all my songs gather together their diverse strains into a single current
and flow to a sea of silence
in one salutation to thee.

Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and day
back to their mountain nests
let all of my life take its voyage to its eternal home
in one salutation to thee.

Rabindranath Tagore in Gitangali

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Rather lovely - isn't it?