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My song has put off her adornments. She has no pride of dress and decoration. Ornaments would mar our union; they would come between thee and me; their jingling would drown thy whispers. My poet's vanity dies in shame before thy sight. O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.
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Text Authorship:
- by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in Gitanjali, no. 7, first published 1912 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), appears in গীতাঞ্জলি (Gitanjali), no. 7, first published 1912 [text unavailable]
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- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2010-11-03
Line count: 9
Word count: 72
Mein Lied ertönt ohne Manier. Es prahlt auch nicht mit Kleid und Zier. Denn Zierrat würde unsre Einheit trüben; er träte zwischen dich und mich; dein Flüstern wär von seinem Klimpern übertönt. Des Dichters Selbstgefälligkeit erstirbt in Scham vor dir. O Meister aller Dichter, dir sitz ich zu Füßen. Ach lass mein Leben schlicht und lauter sein, gleich einer Flöte, voll der Töne, dir zur Ehr.
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Based on:
- a text in English by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in Gitanjali, no. 7, first published 1912
Based on:
- a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), appears in গীতাঞ্জলি (Gitanjali), no. 7, first published 1912 [text unavailable]
This text was added to the website: 2014-04-16
Line count: 9
Word count: 66
