Thursday, April 14, 2011

Gitanjali #60: On the seashore of endless worlds

By Rabindranath Tagore

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky
is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous.
On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.

They build their houses with sand and they play with empty shells.
With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them
on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets.
Pearl fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships,
while children gather pebbles and scatter them again.
They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.

The sea surges up with laughter and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children,
even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle.
The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams
in the pathless sky, ships get wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad
and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.


From 'Gitanjali' (Song Offerings), a collection of prose translations made by the author from the original Bengali

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