” Upohaar” A gift: poem by Tagore Translated and posted by Ranu

October 23, 2013

Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for literature. It is the first Nobel prize won by Asia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’d like to bring a gift of love,

I am anxious to know what can it be.

What my heart desires

my mind is unable to find.

They ganged up against me

and took what I had,

What remains it’s best

not to mention .

Gold silver and precious gems

were buried in the ground,

The dealers found them

and took them home.

There’s a lot of

money in the mint,

I’ll be in trouble if I take them.

Clothing is in the chest,

Strict security prevails.

This world that we are living in

is a terrible place,

there are people who will

deceive you and leave never

to show up again.

Which is why little memorabilia

are left as gifts.

Some remain,others break,

it’s a useless expense.

If I could leave at your disposal

all my love and affection

and it was visible,

who would give so

many things to you?

I think and wonder

what wealth can I leave for

you secretly__

you and I will be happy.

It will be done,

by giving you something

and  buy your affection

continually,is not what I like.

You are young,

you have a lot waiting for you,

drink up all the love

and affection we give.

If you forget,or

time doesn’t permit,

it doesn’t matter.

These things are for us

we have all the time

to remember.

The river pushes all the

obstacles and moves onward,

into far away lands.

It leaves its starting point

moves further away to distant

lands.

The motionless peak

forever keeps the river

in its memory.

Likewise whether you are

near or far,

My blessings will follow you

till eternity!