Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes. Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou knowest how to wait. Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower. We have no time to lose, and having no time we must scramble for a chance. We are too poor to be late. And thus it is that time goes by while I give it to every querulous man who claims it, and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last. At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate to be shut; but I find that yet there is time.
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- by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in Gitanjali, no. 82, first published 1912 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
- a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in গীতাঞ্জলি (Gitanjali), no. 82 [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 Josef Alexander (1907 - 1992), "Time is endless", 1973 [soprano, harpsichord, and percussion], from Gitanjali, no. 7 [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ENG ; composed by Claus Ogermann.
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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: 2005-01-17
Line count: 17
Word count: 118