Thursday, 9 June 2011
No more sailing from harbour to harbour...by Rabindranath Tagore
I drive down into the depth of the ocean of
forms, hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless.
No more sailing from harbour to harbour
with this my weather-beaten boat.
The days are long passed when my sport was to be tossed on waves.
And now I am eager to die into the deathless.
Into the audience hall by the fathomless abyss where swells up the music of toneless
strings I shall take this harp of my life.
I shall tune it to the notes of forever,
and, when it has sobbed out its last utterance, lay down my silent harp at
the feet of the silent.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
-Gitanjali, translated from original Bengali by Tagore
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