Love Divine

by Kumud Biswas

I ask him who works in gold

With so much love

For whom do you make this ornament?

He says, it is only for her whom I love.

When I ask him

Where is your dearest one?

He says, she is in my mind

She is near my heart.

I tell him,

But ultimately

It is bought by the king.

He says, it is worn before that by my love.

When does she touch this ornament? I ask.

He says, by her unseen touch

It gets its form.

Then I ask him

Is it an exclusive gift?

He says, if I give it to her

It reaches everyone.

Translation of the poem Syakra (Goldsmith) from the collection Bichitrita by Rabindranath Tagore.
The original poem in Bengali script is at

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