The Essential Works of Tagore. Rabindranath Tagore

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      The stars of night are to me

       the memorials of my day's faded flowers.

      Open thy door to that which must go,

       for the loss becomes unseemly when obstructed.

      True end is not in the reaching of the limit,

       but in a completion which is limitless.

      The shore whispers to the sea:

       "Write to me what thy waves struggle to say."

       The sea writes in foam again and again

       and wipes off the lines in a boisterous despair.

      Let the touch of thy finger thrill my life's strings

       and make the music thine and mine.

      The inner world rounded in my life like a fruit,

       matured in joy and sorrow,

       will drop into the darkness of the original soil

       for some further course of creation.

      Form is in Matter, rhythm in Force,

       meaning in the Person.

      There are seekers of wisdom and seekers of wealth,

       I seek thy company so that I may sing.

      As the tree its leaves, I shed my words on the earth,

       let my thoughts unuttered flower in thy silence.

      My faith in truth, my vision of the perfect,

       help thee, Master, in thy creation.

      All the delights that I have felt

       in life's fruits and flowers

       let me offer to thee at the end of the feast,

       in a perfect union of love.

      Some have thought deeply and explored the

       meaning of thy truth,

       and they are great;

       I have listened to catch the music of thy play,

       and I am glad.

      The tree is a winged spirit

       released from the bondage of seed,

       pursuing its adventure of life

       across the unknown.

      The lotus offers its beauty to the heaven,

       the grass its service to the earth.

      The sun's kiss mellows into abandonment

       the miserliness of the green fruit clinging to its stem.

      The flame met the earthen lamp in me,

       and what a great marvel of light!

      Mistakes live in the neighbourhood of truth

       and therefore delude us.

      The cloud laughed at the rainbow

       saying that is was an upstart

       gaudy in its emptiness.

       The rainbow calmly answered,

       "I am as inevitably real as that sun himself."

      Let me not grope in vain in the dark

       but keep my mind still in the faith

       that the day will break

       and truth will appear

       in its simplicity.

      Through the silent night

       I hear the returning vagrant hopes of the morning

       knock at my heart.

      My new love comes

       bringing to me the eternal wealth of the old.

      The earth gazes at the moon and wonders

       that she should have all her music in her smile.

      Day with its glare of curiosity

       puts the stars to flight.

      My mind has its true union with thee, O sky,

       at the window which is mine own,

       and not in the open

       where thou hast thy sole kingdom.

      Man claims God's flowers as his own

       when he weaves them in a garland.

      The buried city, laid bare to the sun of a new age,

       is ashamed that it has lost all its songs.

      Like my heart's pain that has long missed its meaning,

       the sun's rays robed in dark

       hide themselves under the ground.

      Like my heart's pain at love's sudden touch,

       they change their veil at the spring's call

       and come out in the carnival of colours,

       in flowers and leaves.

      My life's empty flute

       waits for its final music

       like the primal darkness

       before the stars came out.

      Emancipation from the bondage of the soil

       is no freedom for the tree.

      The tapestry of life's story is woven

       with the threads of life's ties

       ever joining and breaking.

      Those thoughts of mine that are never captured by words

       perch upon my songs and dance.

      My soul to-night loses itself

       in the silent heart of a tree

       standing alone among the whispers of immensity.

      Pearl shells cast up by the sea

       on death's barren beach,—

       a magnificent wastefulness of creative СКАЧАТЬ