Don’t judge
The place you are stationed at
Is merely a small corner of this vast universe
You can see how much?
With what little you hear
You mix your own words.
You sort things into categories
Of good and bad, black and white
This division is your own creation.
If there is music in your mind
When going your way
Don’t quibble, don’t hurry
You sing your song
Some will ignore, some will respond
Good or bad let them be
Traveling along the same way
We are all companions.
Don’t judge
Time doesn’t stand
Don’t waste it debating.
By the borders of your garden
Flowers blossom
They are messengers of heaven
They are darlings of earthly beings.
Those grasses in rainy days
Bring such a flood of greenery
They cover the earth with their simple gift.
O you traveler, forget your ego
Fill your heart with simple joy
And before you go
What you get on your way
Gift it away
To the way you walk on.
Translation of the poem Bichar from the collection Parishesh by Rabindranath Tagore.
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