The Essential Works of Tagore. Rabindranath Tagore
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Название: The Essential Works of Tagore

Автор: Rabindranath Tagore

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      The sunlight opens for me the world's gate,

       love's light its treasure.

      My life like the reed with its stops,

       has its play of colours

       through the gaps in its hopes and gains.

      Let not my thanks to thee

       rob my silence of its fuller homage.

      Life's aspirations come

       in the guise of children.

      The faded flower sighs

       that the spring has vanished for ever.

      In my life's garden

       my wealth has been of the shadows and lights

       that are never gathered and stored.

      The fruit that I Have gained for ever

       is that which thou hast accepted.

      The jasmine knows the sun to be her brother

       in the heaven.

      Light is young, the ancient light;

       shadows are of the moment, they are born old.

      I feel that the ferry of my songs at the day's end

       will bring me across to the other shore

       from where I shall see.

      The butterfly flitting from flower to flower

       ever remains mine,

       I lose the one that is netted by me.

      Your voice, free bird, reaches my sleeping nest,

       and my drowsy wings dream

       of a voyage to the light

       above the clouds.

      I miss the meaning of my own part

       in the play of life

       because I know not of the parts

       that others play.

      The flower sheds all its petals

       and finds the fruit.

      I leave my songs behind me

       to the bloom of the ever-returning honeysuckles

       and the joy of the wind from the south.

      Dead leaves when they lose themselves in soil

       take part in the life of the forest.

      The mind ever seeks its words

       from its sounds and silence

       as the sky from its darkness and light.

      The unseen dark plays on his flute

       and the rhythm of light

       eddies into stars and suns,

       into thoughts and dreams.

      My songs are to sing

       that I have loved Thy singing.

      When the voice of the Silent touches my words

       I know him and therefore I know myself.

      My last salutations are to them

       who knew me imperfect and loved me.

      Love's gift cannot be given,

       it waits to be accepted.

      When death comes and whispers to me,

       "Thy days are ended,"

       let me say to him, "I have lived in love

       and not in mere time."

       He will ask, "Will thy songs remain?"

       I shall say, "I know not, but this I know

       that often when I sang I found my eternity."

      "Let me light my lamp,"

       say the star,

       'and never debate

       if it will help to remove the darkness."

      Before the end of my journey

       may I reach within myself

       the one which is the all,

       leaving the outer shell

       to float away with the drifting multitude

       upon the current of chance and change.

      SONGS OF KABIR

       Table of Contents

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