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Theme: Loss

The Empty Bed

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The sun blazes in the lonely noon
I look at the empty bed
But find no solace
It is full of hopeless lamentations
A plaintive note continually rising from it
I cannot comprehend
As a dog losing its master
In great pain fruitlessly searches
In its dumbness
It cannot communicate its confusion
As to why and what has happened –
More plaintive is the bed’s language
The entire room is filled with dumb pain
For the dear one’s absence.

Transcreation of poem 4 from the collection Shesh Lekha by Rabindranath Tagore. Written at Santiniketan on 26th March, 1941 - a few months before the poet’s death in August 1941. The original poem is at http://www.rabindra-rachanabali.nltr.org/node/13753
 

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02-Sep-2012

More By  :  Kumud Biswas

Views: 1353     Comments: 2

Comments on this Poem

Comment And just imagine an old man who could hardly see, hear, speak and write writing such a poem! Please read the original poem, dear Rupradha, to see how heart rending it is. This my feeble attempt at a translation is not half as good.

TagoreBlog
02-Sep-2012 19:51 PM

Comment heart rending..mind blowing..

Rupradha
02-Sep-2012 13:28 PM


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