Thursday 25 March 2010

I am restless...

by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)


I am restless.
I am athirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out in a longing
to touch the skirt of the dim distance.
O Great Beyond,
O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget,
that I have no wings to fly,
that I am bound in this spot evermore.
I am eager and wakeful,
I am a stranger in a strange land.
Thy breath comes to me whispering
an impossible hope.

Thy tongue is known to my heart
as its very own.
O Far-to-seek,
O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget,
that I know not the way,
that I have not the winged horse.
I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart.
In the sunny haze of the languid hours,
what vast vision of thine
takes shape in the blue of the sky!
O Farthest end,
O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget,
that the gates are shut everywhere
in the house where I dwell alone.

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