THE LAST POEM ( শেষের কবিতা)

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THE LAST POEM

Rabindranath Tagore



Can you hear the sounds of the journey of time?

Its chariot always in a flight

Raises heartbeats in the skies

And birth-pangs of stars

In the darkness of space

Crushed by its wheels.

My friend!

I have been caught in the net

Cast by that flying time

It has made me its mate

In its intrepid journey

And taken me in its speeding chariot

Far away from you.

To reach the summit of this morning

I seem to have left behind many deaths

My past names seem to stream

In the strong wind

Born of the chariot's speed.

There is no way to turn back;

If you see me from afar

You will not recognize me my friend,

Farewell!



If in your lazy hours without any work

The winds of springtime

Brings back the sighs from the past

As the cries of shedding spring flowers

Fill the skies

Please see and search

If in a corner of your heart

You can find any remnants of my past;

In the evening hours of fading memories

It may shed some light

Or take some nameless form

As if in a dream.

Yet it is not a dream

It is my truth of truths

It is deathless

It is my love.

Changeless and eternal

I leave it as my offering to you

In the ever changing flow of time

Let me drift.

My friend, farewell!



You have not sustained any loss.

If you have created an immortal image

Out of my mortal frame

May you devote your self

In the worship of that idol

As the recreation of your remaining days

Let your offerings not be mired

By the touch of my earthly passion.

The plate that you will arrange with utmost care

For the feast of your mind

I will not mix it with anything

That does not endure

And is wet with my tears.

Now you will perhaps create

Some dreamy creation out of my memories

Neither shall I feel its weight

Nor will you feel obliged.

My friend, farewell!



Do not mourn for me,

You have your work, I have my world.

My vessel has not become empty

To fill it is my mission.

I shall be pleased

If anybody keeps waiting

Anxiously for me.

But now I shall offer myself to him

Who can brighten the darkness with light

And see me as I am

Transcending what is good or bad.

Whatever I gave you

It is now your absolute possession.

What I have to give now

Are the hourly offerings from my heart.

You are incomparable, you are rich!

Whatever I gave you

It was but your gift

You made me so much indebted

As much as you took.

My friend, farewell!

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