When God finished his work of creation
In the vast blue sky
All the stars began to shine.
In the milky way
With this new world in their front
Sitting in rows the gods began to sing,
‘O what joy! What perfection!
A great piece of music, in perfect rhythm -
These planets, this moon and this sun!’
But someone from the assembly suddenly told,
‘From this string of lights
A star seems to have fallen!’
The strings of the lyre snapped
And the music came to a stop,
A quest began to find out
Where had the lost star gone.
‘Among the stars it was the brightest
And most brightened the heavens
It was the biggest and the best.’
From then on has been going on
This quest for this star which has been lost
Day and night there is no rest.
‘Among all the stars
We have got to find out this particular star.
Without it the entire world has become dark.’
But in the dead of night the stars silently smiling
Say among themselves,
‘This search is useless
For all the stars are there!’
Transcreation of the poem Haradhan from the collection Kheya (The Ferry) by Rabindranath Tagore. The original is at http://www.rabindra-rachanabali.nltr.org/node/10796