One day in spring, a woman came
In my lonely woods,
In the lovely form of the Beloved.
Came, to give to my songs, melodies,
To give to my dreams, sweetness.
Suddenly a wild wave
Broke over my heart's shores
And drowned all language.
To my lips no name came,
She stood beneath the tree, turned,
Glanced at my face, made sad with pain,
And with quick steps, came and sat by me.
Taking my hands in hers, she said:
'You do not know me, nor I you—
I wonder how this could be?'
I said:
'We two shall build, a bridge for ever
Between two beings, each to the other unknown,
This eager wonder is at the heart of things.'
The cry that is in my heart is also the cry of her heart;
The thread with which she binds me binds her too.
Her have I sought everywhere,
Her have I worshipped within me,
Hidden in that worship she has sought me too.
Crossing the wide oceans, she came to steal my heart.
She forgot to return, having lost her own.
Her own charms play traitor to her,
She spreads her net, knowing not
Whether she will catch or be caught.
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One of the finest thread of a poet's weaving heart, so superbly written with those subtle thoughts that this woman brought a longing. Very wonderfully written, brought meanings to my own page.
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One day in spring
Words fail me! This poem brings out all the poetry-beautiful thoughts in you!Esp the line'She forgot to return having lost her own....What a beautiful line! i would give anything to be such a poet! -
OHH my, this one from Rabindranath Tagore touched me deeply, leaving me with a sense of longing to learn more about the lady, was she real or just a fantasy?
Delightful to read. -
One Day in Spring
The woman is the spirit of his first love. They do not recognize each other except as manifestations of first love and the undeletable remaining effects (that we all know). Only thus do they know each other. "This eager wonder is at the heart of things." -
Two souls meeting by chance or by fate .. begs to wonder.
This piece is a calm piece, the entire feeling I got from reading this piece from beginning to end was a serene-calm feeling. As completion was there before reading and was there when coming to the end.
A beautiful piece by Rabindranath Tagore, if I could applaud this piece, I would.
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