On the path Thou left Thy footprints
Today to blot out all its hints.
Pollens of Ashoka* rendered Thy dust crimson
Only to be lost in the grass on Thy lawn.
Ends flowering,
Birds forget to sing;
The southern wind ceases
Oblivious, self-forfeits as it pleases.
Yet, the Immortal did they not carry,
In death will end its memory?
(*name of a tree)
Note:
Everything beautiful in our life is only transitory.
Yet the Poet’s conviction is that only the eternal Truth manifests in these temporal.
4 October 2012 TO: Mr. R. D. Ashby Your learned observation has been educative to me. If I have fairly understood you, the concept of trinity encompasses everything permanent and there is no place of temporal in Divine Existence. However, the illusion of temporal is undeniable and that is precisely what Tagore aims to undo in this song to uphold Divine Existence. Maybe, I have understood you reasonably well. Incidentally, I read some of your poems in the recent past. I find those at high scholarly level and dared not comment on those lest those will reveal only my ignorance. However, I'll try to send my comments on at least some of them if I can be intrepid enough. Rajat Das Gupta
Rajat Das Gupta 04-Oct-2012 09:29 AM
>Yet the Poet’s conviction is that only the eternal Truth manifests in these temporal.<
The stamp of the eternal is in identity that defines everything that exists. But let us not forget that everything that exists does so in a context, manidfesting the spirit of that context: this is the trinity that comprises the Divine Existence.
