by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)
Translation by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

I plucked your flower, O world!
Language: English  after the Bangla (Bengali) 
Our translations:  FRE GER
I plucked your flower, O world!
I pressed it to my heart and the thorn pricked.
When the day waned and it darkened, 
I found that the flower had faded, 
but the pain remained.

More flowers will come to you 
with perfume and pride, O world!
But my time for flower-gathering is over, 
and through the dark night I have not my rose, 
only the pain remains.

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  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "J'ai cueilli ta fleur", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website: 2010-02-07
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Word count: 67

Language: Spanish (Español)  after the English 
Yo corté tu flor, ¡oh mundo!
La apreté contra mi corazón y la espina me hirió.
Cuando el día decayendo y se oscurecía,
Me di cuenta que la flor se había desvanecido,
Pero que el dolor aun permanecía.

Más flores vendría a ti 
con perfume y orgullo, ¡oh mundo!
Más mi tiempo de recolecta de flores ha terminado,
Y a través de la oscura noche no tengo, no tengo mi rosa.
Solo me queda el dolor.

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This text was added to the website: 2010-08-31
Line count: 10
Word count: 76