JOURNEY POEM
​BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.

I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light,
and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds
leaving my track on many a star and planet.

It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate
which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door
to come to his own, and one has to wander through all
the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

My eyes strayed far and wide
before I shut them and said `Here art thou!'

The question and the cry `Oh, where?'
melt into tears of a thousand streams
and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance
​`I am!'