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pay attention...

pay attention…

Rabindranath Tagore

Posted on November 15, 2011 by aks

Guest (written between 1914-1936)

Lady, you have filled these exile days of mine
With sweetness, made a foreign traveler your own
As easily as these unfamiliar stars, quietly,
Coolly smiling from heaven, have likewise given me
Welcome. When I stood at this window and stared
At the southern sky, a message seemed to slide
Into my soul from the harmony of the stars,
A solemn music that said, ‘We know you are ours-
Guest of our light from the day you passed
From darkness into the world, always our guest.’

Lady, your kindness is a star, the same solemn tune
In your glance seems to say, ‘I know you are mine.’
I do not know your language, but I hear your melody:
‘Poet, guest of my love, my guest eternally.’