Rabindranath Tagore · ö. 1941
Fruit-Gathering
Kaynak: şairin kendi çevirisi · Project Gutenberg
Bu esere yaklaşırken
Acele etme. Bir öğreti gibi değil, bir sohbet gibi oku — hangi cümle sana kalırsa, orada dur. Anlamadığın yer, çoğu zaman üzerinde durulacak yerdir.
Niyetin
Bu metne bugün hangi niyetle yaklaşıyorsun? Cevabı yazmana gerek yok — yalnız bir an, kendine sor.
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.