Getting Lost By R. Tagore___translated by Ranu

Getting Lost

My little daughter

she heard her friends calling her

she was going down the stairs to meet them

it was dark, she was scared ,she was taking careful steps.

She was holding a small open flame, little lamp,

she was cautiously keeping the lamp from the breeze with the corner of her sari.

I was on the roof watching the sky

in the dark night in springtime was full of stars.

Suddenly I heard my daughter crying

I ran down to see her.

While going down the stairs

a sudden gust of wind extinguished her lamp.

I asked her,’What is it Bami?’

She cried from downstairs, ‘I am lost.’

On that night of spring the sky was full of stars

I went back to the roof

while watching the stars I visualized as if I was a little girl like Bami

holding the corner of my blue sari

walking  alone ever so slowly protecting the lamp.

If the lamp was put out, stopped giving light suddenly,

there will be an echo of a tearful voice from the whole sky,’I am lost.’

6 thoughts on “Getting Lost By R. Tagore___translated by Ranu

  1. Dear Ranu,

    Thank you so much for this poem.

    Oh, how lovely it is!

    We sense our light flickering, and cry to keep it awake. Thank God for those who descend from the roof to help all of us.

    All good wishes,

    robert

  2. Dear Sister,

    Was running around today – out of city. Returned just now and going to sleep, so good night.

    I will write about WM soon, of course. I didn’t write on 23rd because the anniversary coincided with Moharram, and I thought that most readers would not like a discussion on films on that day.

    More tomorrow…

    Your brother Khurram Ali Shafique Research Consultant, Iqbal Academy Pakistan. Personal Homepage http://theRepublicOfRumi.com

    >________________________________ > From: Sabethville >To: khurramsoffice@yahoo.com >Sent: Sunday, November 25, 2012 3:00 PM >Subject: [New post] Getting Lost By R. Tagore___translated by Ranu > > > WordPress.com >ranu802 posted: “Getting Lost My little daughter she heard her friends calling her she was going down the stairs to meet them it was dark, she was scared ,she was taking careful steps. She was holding a small open flame, little lamp, she was cautiously k” >

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