365 days, June 2: The Zone
Of all the things mentioned, I consider music my favourite. There are a number of songs I love to listen countless times. Come to think of it the lyrics of these songs gives me knowledge that is not available in one book.
In one of the lyrics of a Tagore song the poet talks to the breeze, here is my translation:
Softly softly blow O restless breeze,
The midnight flute is playing,
Be calm be calm O restless breeze
I am a tiny flame of the lamp,
Because of you,
I stay awake alone in fear.
Whisper softly in my ear,
What is on your mind.
I’d like you to bring your string of verse,
From far off land and drop it off ,
In the corner of my house.
I have something to say to the dawn’s star,
Which I secretly wish to whisper in your ear,
O restless breeze.