One thing I struggle with in this project is how much to “modernize” the language and to what extent to keep it a little, well, old-fashioned. One answer might be that these are two separate projects: if I were editing Gitanjali,…
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Poem 5
The original I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards. Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,…
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Poem 3: How you sing
The original I know not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen in silent amazement. The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy…
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Poem 2: The glad bird of my song
The original When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes. All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into…
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Poem 1: This frail vessel
The original Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and…
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