Montag, April 17, 2006

A POEM BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE


Leave this chanting
and singing
and telling of beads!
Whom dost thou worship
in this lonely dark corner
of a temple with doors all shut?
Open thine eyes
and see
thy God is not
before thee!

He is there
where the tiller is tilling
the hard ground
and where the pathmaker
is breaking stones.
He is with them
in sun and in shower,
and his garment
is covered with dust.
Put of thy holy mantle
and even like him
come down
on the dusty soil!

Deliverance?
Where is this deliverance to be found?
Our master himself
has joyfully taken upon him the bonds of creation;
he is bound with us all for ever.

Come out of thy meditations
and leave aside thy flowers
and incense!
What harm is there
if thy clothes
become tattered and stained?
Meet him and stand by him
in toil and in sweat of thy brow.