a tagore poem to delight you all

[Guest guest]

Does anyone have any idea what is the original Bengali for this?

Unless it was written in English. I just need the name of the poem.

 

Thanks

 

 

I wonder if I know him

In whose speech is my voice,

In whose movement is my being,

Whose skill is in my lines,

Whose melody is in my songs

In joy and sorrow.

I thought he was chained within me,

Contained by tears and laughter,

Work and play.

I thought he was my very self

Coming to an end with my death.

Why then in a flood of joy do I feel him

In the sight and touch of my beloved?

This 'I' beyond self I found

On the shores of the shining sea.

Therefore I know

This'I' is not imprisoned within my bounds.

Losing myself, I find him

Beyond the borders of time and space.

Through the Ages

I come to know his Shining Self

In the life of the seeker,

In the voice of the poet.

>From the dark clouds pour the rains.

I sit and think:

Bearing so many forms, so many names,

I come down, crossing the threshold

Of countless births and deaths.

The Supreme undivided, complete in himself,

Embracing past and present,

Dwells in Man.

Within Him I shall find myself -

The 'I' that reaches everywhere.

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joyce! i cannot wait for you to come up with the pictorial

representation of this poem!

 

Let your imagination reach ecstatic heights!

[Guest guest]

II wonder if I know himIn whose speech is my voice,In whose movement

is my being,Whose skill is in my lines,Whose melody is in my songsIn

joy and sorrow.I thought he was chained within me,Contained by tears

and laughter,Work and play.I thought he was my very selfComing to an

end with my death.Why then in a flood of joy do I feel himIn the

sight and touch of my beloved?This 'I' beyond self I foundOn the

shores of the shining sea.Therefore I knowThis'I' is not imprisoned

within my bounds.Losing myself, I find himBeyond the borders of time

and space.Through the AgesI come to know his Shining SelfIn the life

of the seeker,In the voice of the poet.From the dark clouds pour the

rains.I sit and think:Bearing so many forms, so many names,I come

down, crossing the thresholdOf countless births and deaths.The

Supreme undivided, complete in himself,Embracing past and

present,Dwells in Man.Within Him I shall find myself -The 'I' that

reaches everywhere.

http://www.omshaantih.com/Poetry/Tagore/I/I.htm

Love,

Joyce