The river has its everyday work to do and hastens through fields and hamlets; yet its incessant stream winds towards the washing of thy feet.
The flower sweetens the air with its perfume; yet its last service is to offer itself to thee.
Thy worship does not impoverish the world.
From the words of the poet men take what meanings please them; yet their last meaning points to thee.
-- from Gitanjali, by Rabindranath Tagore
Poetry Chaikhana | Rabindranath Tagore - (75) Thy gifts to us mortals fulfil all our needs (from Gitanjali)