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The light is dimming at the end of your way
Over is the time of song and dance
Now how will you spend your evening?
The night is not barren
It helps blossom the flowers
You couldn't see in the dark
Their buds couldn’t open
In the cruel scorching sun
Their honey was hidden
And begging it in vain
The bees left your garden.
To decorate your room
Or to string into a garland
You cannot bring them to your home
Only in imagination
Their fragrance fills your mind
And you remember the eyes
You lost in the crowd
You remember the words
That remained in the depth of silence
They bring to your mind
The dear memory of one
Whom you couldn’t know
The things that couldn’t happen.
There are stars filling the dark night sky
They are far and surrounded by dreams
You saw them but couldn’t touch
Like night flowers
They will whisper to your brooding mind
They will make you feel the fulfillments
You failed to achieve in your life
At your parting time
Those gifts of your way
You couldn’t know, you couldn’t reach
Will fill your being.
Translation of the poem Rater Dan from the collection Bithika by Rabindranath Tagore.
Written in July, 1934 when the poet was 73.
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