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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.

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Gitanjali, poem 82 (1912); Exact wording and attribution checked. Author’s own English version, first published 1912; lyric addresses the divine beloved.
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Gitanjali, poem 82 (1912)
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  • gutenberg.orgChecked using manual, 21 October 2026Gitanjali, poem 82 (1912); Exact wording and attribution checked. Author’s own English version, first published 1912; lyric addresses the divine beloved.

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