Laziness is in your heart and sleep
fills your eyes knowing not the flower
is reigning in splendour among thorns!
Wake up my soul, waste not the time
any more, for at the end of the stony path
in the country of virgin solitude is my friend
sitting alone; disappoint him not!
The sky may pant and tremble with the heat
of the midday sun burning sand, spreading
its mantle of thirst, but you have joy in heart
in the depth, and at your footstep the harp
on your road will break into sweet music of pain!
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 55
Henry Victor 12.12.2012
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