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I dive down into the depth of the ocean of forms, hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless. No more sailing from harbour to harbour with this my weather-beaten boat. The days are long passed when my sport was to be tossed on waves. And now I am eager to die into the deathless. Into the audience hall by the fathomless abyss where swells up the music of toneless strings I shall take this harp of my life. I shall tune it to the notes of forever, and when it has sobbed out its last utterance, lay down my silent harp at the feet of the silent.
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- by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in Gitanjali, no. 100, first published 1912 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), appears in গীতাঞ্জলি (Gitanjali), no. 100 [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: 14
Word count: 109
Ich tauche tief ins Meer der Formen, und hoffe, die vollkommne Perle ohne Form zu finden. Ich segle nun nicht mehr von Ankerplatz zu Ankerplatz mit meinem Boot, gegerbt von Wind und Wetter. Lang ist es her, dass ich mit Lust der Wellen Spielball war. Nun sehn ich mich, hinein in die Unsterblichkeit zu sterben. Ich werd’ die Harfe meines Lebens bei mir haben im Saal am Abgrund, bodenlos, wo laut und lauter wird ein tonlos’ Saitenspiel. Ich werd’ sie stimmen auf der Ewigkeiten Ton, und wenn ihr letzter Ton schluchzend verklungen, leg ich dem Schweigenden zu Füßen meine Harfe, die nun schweigt.
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Based on:
- a text in English by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in Gitanjali, no. 100, first published 1912
Based on:
- a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), appears in গীতাঞ্জলি (Gitanjali), no. 100 [text unavailable]
This text was added to the website: 2014-07-21
Line count: 14
Word count: 103