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

The day is no more
Language: English  after the Bangla (Bengali) 
Our translations:  GER
The day is no more, 
the shadow is upon the earth. 
It is time that I go to the stream 
to fill my pitcher.

The evening air is eager 
with the sad music of the water. 
Ah, it calls me out into the dusk. 
In the lonely lane there is no passer-by, 
the wind is up, 
the ripples are rampant in the river.

I know not if I shall come back home. 
I know not whom I shall chance to meet. 
There at the fording in the little boat 
the unknown man plays upon his lute.

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Text Authorship:

  • by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in Gitanjali, no. 74, first published 1912

Based on:

  • a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in গীতাঞ্জলি (Gitanjali), no. 74 [text unavailable]
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2005-01-17
Line count: 14
Word count: 96

Le jour meurt, l'ombre descend sur la terre
 (Sung text for setting by Y. Gunst)
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Language: French (Français)  after the English 
Le jour meurt, 
l'ombre descend sur la terre ;
Il est temps d'aller à l'eau 
et d'y remplir l'urne.

Dans l'air du soir l'onde fait vibrer 
son chant mélancolique.
Ah ! le crépuscule m'attire !
Sur le sentier perdu on ne voit plus personne.
La brise s'élève 
et moire l'eau de rides.

Je ne sais si je reviendrai chez moi,
Et je ne sais, qui je verrai !
Là-bas au gué, dans la barque, 
quelqu'un d'inconnu fait résonner un luth !

Composition:

    Set to music by Yevgeny Ottovich Gunst (1877 - 1938), "Le jour meurt, l'ombre descend sur la terre", op. 12 no. 1 (1922) [ voice and piano ], from Chants sacrificatoires, no. 1, Paris, Éd. Maurice Sénart

Text Authorship:

  • by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Based on:

  • a text in English by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in Gitanjali, no. 74, first published 1912
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Based on:

  • a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in গীতাঞ্জলি (Gitanjali), no. 74 [text unavailable]
    • Go to the text page.

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Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler

This text was added to the website: 2020-06-10
Line count: 14
Word count: 76

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