Thursdays With Tagore - April 22

Every Thursday, I shall read one of Tagore's poems as translated in this book or some other poem I can find. I shall post some lines from the poem and perhaps a detail of how I liked this poem or not. Any others who want to join in this meme are absolutely welcome to do so!

This song of mine will wind its music around you,

my child, like the fond arms of love

The song of mine will touch your forehead

like a kiss of blessing.

When you are alone it will sit by your side and

whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd

it will fence you about with aloofness.

My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,

it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.

It will be like the faithful star overhead

when dark night is over your road.

My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,

and will carry your sight into the heart of things.

And when my voice is silenced in death,

my song will speak in your living heart.

I know I say this for almost every single Tagore poem, but I totally mean it every time: what a beautiful, emotional, stirring poem! Reading this poem is an experience in itself: it's like a warm, loving embrace. This is the kind of poem I memorize or write down to read through whenever I feel like it. It's a poem worth cherishing.