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The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
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Text Authorship:
- by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in Gitanjali, no. 69, first published 1912 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), appears in গীতাঞ্জলি (Gitanjali), no. 69 [text unavailable]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Wally Kleucker , "The stream of life", 2006 [ SATB chorus and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2010-11-03
Line count: 15
Word count: 102
Derselbe Strom des Lebens, der immerfort durch meine Adern rauscht, durchfließt die Welt, schwillt an und ab in stetig gleichem Takte. Dasselbe Leben ist’s, das freudvoll durch den Staub der Erde sprießt in unzähligen Halmen und sich im stürm’schen Blätterrauschen, im Tanz der Blumen zeigt. Dasselbe Leben ist’s, das in des Meeres Wiege als Flut und Ebbe schaukelt von Lebens Anbeginn bis hin zu seinem Ende. Ich spür mich wunderbar gestaltet durch die Berührung dieser Welt voll Leben. Stolz fühl’ ich nun, wie ew’ger Zeiten Puls durch meine Adern tanzt.
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Based on:
- a text in English by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in Gitanjali, no. 69, first published 1912
Based on:
- a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), appears in গীতাঞ্জলি (Gitanjali), no. 69 [text unavailable]
This text was added to the website: 2014-07-02
Line count: 15
Word count: 90