One lonely beggar
rambles and
mumbles saying
" please,Oh please
let me understand.
I am your son of light,
yet you spread the dark blanket
in front of me
and hide your own face behind.
Here I bang my head mournfully.
In a sunset darkness
you keep writing letters.
Teach me ,
oh teach me ,what they mean.
The flute of your soul
plays so many tunes
for so many days.....
and today is that day
you play your final song
unknown
unknowable."
( this is a song written originally in Bengali
By the famous poet Rabindranath Thakur ( tagore)
I consider myself a hopeless translator
but possibly to my hearts content I have recreated.)
simply beautiful amiya..and indeed a translation with a heart...:)
ReplyDeletethere is lonely sadness in these precious words!
ReplyDeleteThe incantation to lord Krishna has such amazing power!
Oh! master of Gitanjali.I "bow" to thee!
Dada...applauds!
I am only a beggar in my heart
ReplyDeletealways hearing his flute.
I am that Finite listening to the call of infinity.
Thank you Rina , Thank you sunita.