Rabindranath Tagore · ö. 1941
Fruit-Gathering
Source: şairin kendi çevirisi · Project Gutenberg
Approaching this work
Take your time. Read it not as a doctrine but as a conversation — wherever a line stays with you, pause there. What you don’t understand is often where to linger.
Your intention
With what intention do you approach this text today? You don’t need to write an answer — just ask yourself, for a moment.
Kaynak: Fruit-Gathering, şairin kendi çevirisi, kamu malı (PD-US) — Project Gutenberg
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[Translated from Bengali to English by the author]
Bid me and I shall gather my fruits to bring them in full baskets into your courtyard, though some are lost and some not ripe.
For the season grows heavy with its fulness, and there is a plaintive shepherd's pipe in the shade.
Bid me and I shall set sail on the river.
The March wind is fretful, fretting the languid waves into murmurs.
The garden has yielded its all, and in the weary hour of evening the call comes from your house on the shore in the sunset.
My life when young was like a flower--a flower that loosens a petal or two from her abundance and never feels the loss when the spring breeze comes to beg at her door.
Now at the end of youth my life is like a fruit, having nothing to spare, and waiting to offer herself completely with her full burden of sweetness.
Is summer's festival only for fresh blossoms and not also for withered leaves and faded flowers?
Is the song of the sea in tune only with the rising waves?
Bu metin, kaynağındaki kamu-malı çeviridir; resmî bir kurum çevirisi değildir. Bir mercektir — kehanet, dinî hüküm ya da kesin yargı değildir. Karar senindir.