Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Song by Rabindranath Tagore


Translated by John Thorpe

From a jubilant sea a flood o'erflowed,
And pulling at oars sat we all and hauled
How we hauled!

Laden until it could barely float,
So we filled our feeble boat;
Laughing at death through torrents we rowed
To a jubilant sea where floods o'erfow.

Those behind- we heed them not,
Nor frenzied cries that danger looms;
Why, any fool can cry life's dooms
Call a curse and fault our fate
While on dry grassy banks they wait!

But as for me with halyard taut
And song arising loud in heart,
I go
To a jubilant sea where floods o'erflow.

3 comments:

  1. From your proud father: beautiful.
    Good poem; I like it.

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  2. I am so excited for you, Christa!I know that God will use you in amazing ways! God speed, Love, B

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