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Poetry
Chaikhana
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About Rabindranath TagoreTimeline (1861 - 1941) |
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English version by Original Language |
Listen, can you hear it? (from The Lover of God)
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Listen, can you hear it?
His bamboo flute speaks the pure language of love. The moon enlightens the trees, the path, the sinuous Yamana. Oblivious of the jasmine's scent I stagger around, disheveled heart bereft of modesty, eyes wet with nerves and delight. Tell me, dear friend, say it aloud: is he not my own Dark Lord Syama? Is it not my name his flute pours into the empty evening? For eons I longed for God, I yearned to know him. That's why he has come to me now, deep emerald Lord of my breath. O Syama, whenever your faraway flute thrills through the dark, I say your name, only your name, and will my body to dissolve in the luminous Yamuna. Go to her, Lord, go now. What's stopping you? The earth drowns in sleep. Let's go. I'll walk with you.
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