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Gitanjali (Sangesopfer)

Chapter 27: Er kam und saß mir zur Seite
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A sequence of short lyrical poems has a speaker addressing a divine beloved or master, offering songs and small gifts while meditating on devotion, humility, and disciplined spiritual practice. Recurring images of music, flute, garden, labor, and pilgrimage serve as metaphors for creative surrender, service to the lowly, patient waiting, and the inner journey toward union. Several pieces reject pride and ornament in favor of simple living, celebrate the sanctity of ordinary work, and hold to a persistent hope of perceiving and serving the beloved more fully.

26

Er kam und saß mir zur Seite, doch ich erwachte nicht. Welch ein verfluchter Schlaf, ich Elender, war das!

Er kam in schweigender Nacht; er hielt die Harfe in Händen und meine Träume tönten wieder seine Melodien.

Wehe, warum sind so meine Nächte verloren? Wehe, warum vermisse ich immer sein Angesicht, dessen Atem den Schlaf mir berührt?