Theme: Love

Love Divine

by Kumud Biswas
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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

http://www.rabindra-rachanabali.nltr.org/node/14316


22-Sep-2010

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