The same stream of life
that runs through my veins
runs through the world
and dances in rhythmic measure.
It is the same life that shoots in joy
through the dust of the earth
into 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 death
in ebb and 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.
-Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941
Former Poet Laureate of India, Nobel Prize 1928