I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my...

I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers! 
I bow to you all and take my departure.

Here I give back the keys of my door --
and I give up all claims to my house. 
I only ask for last kind words from you.

We were neighbours for long, 
but I received more than I could give.
Now the day has dawned 
and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out.
A summons has come 
and I am ready for my journey.

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• by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), appears in Gitanjali, no. 93, first published 1912 [ author's text checked 1 time]

• a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in গীতাঞ্জলি (Gitanjali), no. 93 [text unavailable]
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• Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Marie Luise Gothein (1863 - 1931) , title unknown, published 1914 ENG by Stefan Wolpe.
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• GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , title unknown, copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Ich nehme Abschied, Brüder. Sagt mir...

Ich nehme Abschied, Brüder. Sagt mir Lebewohl!
Ich neige mich vor euch und spreche meinen letzten Gruß.

Ich geb’ euch hier die Schlüssel meiner Tür -
nicht länger werde ich hier wohnen.
Ich bitt’ euch nur noch um ein letztes liebes Wort.

Wir lebten nachbarlich für lange Zeit,
doch nahm ich mehr entgegen, als ich geben konnt’.
Der Morgen graut,
die Lampe aus, die meinen dunklen Winkel hat erhellt.
Ich wurde vorgeladen 
und steh zur Reise nun bereit.

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• a text in English by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), appears in Gitanjali, no. 93, first published 1912 ENG
• Go to the text.

• a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in গীতাঞ্জলি (Gitanjali), no. 93 [text unavailable]
• Go to the text.

Text added to the website: 2014-07-21.
Last modified: 2014-07-21 13:57:19
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