6.26.2011

Words for Sunday: Excerpt from "Gift" by Rabindranath Tagore

"... Truest treasure is fleeting;
It sparkles for a moment, then goes.
It does not tell its name; its tune
Stops us in our tracks, its dance disappears
At the toss of an anklet.
I know no way to it --
No hand, nor word can reach it.
Friend, whatever you take of it,
On your own,
Without asking, without knowing, let that
Be yours. ..."

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Translated from the Bengali by William Radice

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