For millions of years
Those stars are burning
As if in a smouldering furnace
This darkness is rushing in eddies
Of the stream of time
On this flow
This world is an earthen bubble
Life in its midst
Like the feeblest flame
For a minutest moment
Offers its prayer
To one who has no limit.
Without it
In the temple of that one
Who is so vast
There would be no paean
There would be no pilgrim
The hymn of light
Would ever remain mute.
Translation of the poem Pran from the collection Parishesh. by Rabindranath Tagore.
The original in Bengali script can be viewed here.
