Rabindranath Tagore
Translation
O Innermost One,
Let my heart develop, let it be pure, radiant and beautiful.
Let it be vigilant, diligent and valiant.
Let it be benevolent, energetic and resolute.
Unite it with all, free it from all fetters.
Let your peace prevail in all activities,
At your feet let my heart be steady,
Let it feel and spread joy all around.
How do you capture what Tagore was in mere words, when his works find their expressions in other art forms (‘Antar mamo’ song expressed as a graceful dance here) or strike a chord transcending borders and cultures (‘Antar mamo’ song sung by a Danish choir here). As we try and decipher what was the secret of his magic, here is a clue from the master himself, in one of his poems...
Little Flute
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail
vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales,
and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in
joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine.
Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.
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