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I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life. What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery like a bud in the forest at midnight! When in the morning I looked upon the light I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world, that the inscrutable without name and form had taken me in its arms in the form of my own mother. Even so, in death the same unknown will appear as ever known to me. And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well. The child cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away, in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation.
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Text Authorship:
- by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in Gitanjali, no. 95, 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. 95 [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: 13
Word count: 134
Ich war des Augenblickes nicht bewusst, als ich durchschritt das Tor in dieses Leben. Und welche Kraft bewirkte es, mich diesem unermesslichen Geheimnis zu eröffnen, der Knospe gleich im Wald zur Mitternacht. Als ich am Morgen schaut’ empor zum Licht, fühlt ich sogleich, dass ich kein Fremder war in dieser Welt, und dass das Rätselhafte, form- und namenlos, mich in Gestalt der Mutter in den Arm genommen. So wird im Tod dasselbe Unbekannte mir erscheinen als etwas, das schon immer mir bekannt. Und da ich dieses Leben liebe, lieb’ ich desgleichen auch den Tod. Ein Säugling weint, wenn ihm die rechte Brust entzogen, und findet an der linken Trost sogleich.
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Based on:
- a text in English by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in Gitanjali, no. 95, first published 1912
Based on:
- a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), appears in গীতাঞ্জলি (Gitanjali), no. 95 [text unavailable]
This text was added to the website: 2014-07-21
Line count: 13
Word count: 110