O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond,
have you forgotten the little child,
like the birds that have nested in your branches and left you?
Do you not remember how he sat at the window
and wondered at the tangle of your roots that plunged underground?
The women would come to fill their jars in the pond,
and your huge black shadow would wriggle
on the water like sleep struggling to wake up.
Sunlight danced on the ripple like
restless tiny shuttles weaving golden tapestry.
Two ducks swam by the woody margin above their shadows,
and the child would sit still and think.
He longed to be the wind and blow through your rustling branches,
to be your shadow and legthen with the day on the water,
to be a bird and perch on your topmost twig,
and to float like those ducks among the weeds and shadows.
Rabindranath Tagore
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Thank you very much for music and word!
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I am the boat, you are the sea, and also the boatman.
Though you never make the shore, though you let me sink, why should I be
foolish and afraid?
Is reaching the shore a greater prize than losing myself with you?
If you are only the haven, as they say, then what is the sea?
Let it surge and toss me on its waves, I shall be content.
I live in you whatever and however you appear. Save me or kill me as you
wish, only never leave me in other hands.
Thank you for the Bauls Mi, I am going to check if it is a better copy than mine! Mine is a bitt frizzly at the edges... But the feeling is definitely a good one ;-)
ReplyDeleteThank you for the poem Nauma!
Dear Bo... somehow the other way round... but then again it does not really matter... what goes around comes around... yes it feels good with you around and nauma and kokolo and YOU out there ;)
ReplyDeletebitt frizzly at the edges... Baul don't care...