by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)
Translation © by Pierre Mathé

Art thou abroad on this stormy night
Language: English  after the Bangla (Bengali) 
Available translation(s): FRE GER
Art thou abroad on this stormy night 
on thy journey of love, my friend?
The sky groans like one in despair.
I have no sleep tonight. 
Ever and again I open my door
and look out on the darkness, my friend!
I can see nothing before me. 
I wonder where lies thy path!
By what dim shore of the ink-black river,
by what far edge of the frowning forest,
through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading 
thy course to come to me, my friend?

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  • Also set in French (Français), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ENG GER GER ; composed by Henri-Pierre Poupard, as Henri Sauguet.
  • Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Marie Luise Gothein (1863 - 1931) , first published 1914 ENG FRE ; composed by Stefan Wolpe.
  • Also set in Swedish (Svenska), a translation by Andrea Butenschön (1866 - 1948) ENG FRE GER GER ; composed by Miklós Maros.

Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

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


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Es‑tu dehors par cette nuit de tempête
Language: French (Français)  after the English 
Es-tu dehors par cette nuit de tempête,
sur ton voyage d'amour, mon ami ?
Le ciel gémit comme un désespéré.
Je n'ai pas sommeil cette nuit.
Encore et encore, j'ouvre ma porte
et regarde dans l'obscurité, mon ami !
Je ne vois rien devant moi.
Je me demande où passe ton chemin !
Par quelle indistincte rive de cette rivière noire d'encre,
par quelle lointaine lisière de cette maussade forêt,
par quelle profonde et inextricable obscurité ta voie
se faufile-t-elle jusqu'à moi, mon ami ?

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