Theme: Devotion

Blessing

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
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13-Oct-2010

More By  :  Kumud Biswas

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Comments on this Poem

Comment 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

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

Jyoti Aggarwal
15-Oct-2010 13:58 PM


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