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Rabindranath Tagore, Lyrics, Moscow, 1967

7 May, 2009

A ball-pen Sketch

Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941)


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Page 36

Resin, viscous and heavy, endeavours to ooze out in frangrance,
which would like to be locked forever in resion form.

And melody calls for movement and searches a cadence,
while rhythm pushes on into melody back to transform.
Vagueness wants to acquire both form and definite facets,
whereas form fades in fog and dissolves in amorphous dream.
Things unbounded long to be squeezed in straitjackets,
with the limits eroded afresh by the boundless stream.
Who hath laid for eternity laws of the primeval quarrel - Death engenders creation, quiesence foreshadows a tamult?
When restrained, all and everything seek to any corral,
When as liberty looks for abode and a final result.

Page 71

The silly mind, it's looking for a way
To see itself in history in vain.
It roams aimlessly, from room into the open,
And further to the distant fields ahead,
And to the forest dense
It stamps its feet, and raises dust, and howls,
And bumps its head against the trees
It goes in circles to arrest it.
And like a babe it falls
Onto the grass,
And knows not where's dreams
And where's life.

- Rabindranath Tagore, Lyrics, Khudozhestvenmaya Literatura Publishers, Moscow, 1967 (in Russia)
Found this translation in an old slim book on Philosophy published by a communist press in Moscow.

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