Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light,
Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the centre of my life;
the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love;
the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.
The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.
Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.
The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling,
and it scatters gems in profusion.
Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling,
and gladness without measure.
The heaven’s river has drowned its banks
and the flood of joy is abroad.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)
Tagore was a Bengali polymath, credited with reshaping Bengali literature and music with Contextual Modernism. Perhaps best known for his Gitanjali, described as ‘profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse’, Tagore became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. Yet Tagore’s poetry, elegant, spiritual, magical, remains largely unknown outside Bengal.
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