Blessing

by Kumud Biswas

I give you all to him

With all my heart

In both light and shadow

You belong to him

Whenever I think

You are mine

With this baseless thought

I only weave a net of worries.

The driver drives the coach of life

He only knows whose way is where

I think I guard the path

But going to show the way

I only block that path.

My lamp is small

It casts more shadows

Than the light it sheds

Today I break that lamp

And throw it away.

I don’t worry

If you are happy or sorry

I only bless

You be his.

Translation of the dedicatory poem Ashirbad from the collection Gitali by Rabindranath Tagore. The original is at http://www.rabindra-rachanabali.nltr.org/node/13368

13-Oct-2010

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Comments on this Poem

Of his five children Rabindranath lost three and he became a widower before he was fifty. What these mean is very difficult for many of us to realize. Many also do not know this fact. He was a devoted husband and a very loving father. As if God tried his devotion with these bereavements of his dear ones. This poem does not specifically mention anybody in particular to whom his collection Gitali was dedicated. It seems to me that his children were in his mind and in dedicating that collection he in fact dedicated his children to God. The original poem is very poignant and moving.

TagoreBlog
15-Oct-2010 14:29 PM

very nice thought on detachment..though hard to implement..

Jyoti Aggarwal
15-Oct-2010 13:58 PM