Knowing you as a deity
Ever at a distance I stand
I never love you as my kin.
I know you as my father
And I bow at your feet
As a friend I don't hold your hand.
As a neighbor
In simple love when you come to my door
In simple joy I don't embrace you to my heart.
My lord
You are the brother in my brothers
Yet I don't look at them
With them I strive for a share
Together we don't fill your hand.
In joys and sorrows
I don't rush out with help
Before you I cannot stand
In your work I become easily weary
I don't plunge in it with all my heart.
Translationof poem no. 92 - Debata jene dure roi danraye/apan jene adar korine - from Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore
