All These I loved.....

All These I loved.....

Rabindranath Tagore......

This dancing of the light on the leaves

This playing of the wild winds

Among the sal groves

They have all maddened my mind

Along this red-earth road

That man going to the village market

The little girl sitting on the dust

Playing alone with her tray of toys

Whatever I see before me

They all make music in my eyes.

Mine is only a bamboo flute

And I play only rustic tunes

An earthly bond of this dusty earth

Has bound my mind

I have borrowed my view

From the views of those boys

I have set my tunes

To the tunes of those boys

Who have drunk the lights

Flowing from the blue of the skies.

Whenever I want to go to a far away place

They crowd around me to dissuade

The village sky waving rustic flowers

Beckons me back

I am yet to exhaust whatever is near

And whatever is sweet

So I don't hanker after

Whatever is far

All these titbits

I am yet to find

Their farthest limits

I am yet to finish my songs

Of these ordinary things.

So wherever I go

This only I sing

How much they have pleased

How they have held me in a spell

Day and night I have no time

To do anything else

My eyes are drowned

Drowned is my mind

Don't call me

It's of no use -

Let others aim something big

Let them gather more and more

Let me rove

Let me sing

I don't want to be someone big.

Tagore was one of the guiding lights of the Bengali Renaissance, it's surprising and sad that we don't hear more about that period of revolutionary artistic endeavour. Thanks so much for sharing.

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