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Remembering Rabindranath Tagore
god ‘friend’,’master’and ‘king’? He came to grips with an idea –or if you like it ‘a spiritual
awareness’- all his life and that idea was god to him.
The day was when I did not keep myself in readiness for thee;
and entering my heart unbidden even as one of the common crowd,
unknown to me, my king, thou didst press the signet of eternity upon
many a fleeting moment of my life.
And today when by chance I light upon them and see thy signature,
I find they have lain scattered in the dust mixed with the memory of
joys and sorrows of my trivial days forgotten.
Thou didst not turn in contempt from my childish play among dust,
and the steps that I heard in my playroom
are the same that are echoing from star to star.
He lived his normal life and when in his mature days he recollects it he finds it ‘scattered
in the dust mixed with the memory of joys and sorrows of my trivial days forgotten’. But
his god understands for he does not ‘turn in contempt from my childish play among dust.
And the steps that I heard in my playroom are the same that are echoing from star to star’.
Here the poet speaks of sympathy and understanding. The sound of steps he heard in his
playroom he hears spreading form star to star. There is glory in even the most humble
situation in life. He finds that his heart is glad within.
and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet
from dawn till dusk I sit here before my door
and I know of a sudden the happy moment will arrive when I shall see...
Humanity is classless; there is no distinction between the rich and the poor or the high
and the low. It is an abiding sympathy, irrespective of distinctions, that should reach out
towards mankind. Pride cannot reach these lofty ideals...
Pride can never approach to where thou walkest in the clothes of the humble
among the poorest, and lowliest, and lost
My heart can never finds its way to where thou keepest company with the
companion less among eh poorest, the lowliest, and the lost.
Are we chasing after shadows far away when the real thing we seek is within us? We think
it is difficult to achieve, it is lofty and somehow we are unworthy of it. There is some
deficiency in us however much we yearn for what we seek day and night.
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it
not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.