Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
Gitanjali and Fruit-gathering: With Illus. by Nandalal Bose [and Others] (ed. 1918)
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
Gitanjali and Fruit-gathering: With Illus. by Nandalal Bose [and Others] (ed. 1918)