by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)
Translation © by Bertram Kottmann

I plucked your flower, O world!
Language: English  after the Bangla (Bengali) 
Available translation(s): 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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  • Also set in Czech (Čeština), a translation by František Balej (1873 - 1918) ; composed by Josef Bohuslav Foerster.
  • Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Jan Śliwiński (1884 - 1950) , no title, appears in Rabindranath Tagore. Der Gärtner, no. 57, first published 1916 ; composed by Hanns Eisler, Hans Gál.
  • Also set in Italian (Italiano), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Franco Alfano, Giulio Balestrazzi.
  • Also set in Spanish (Español), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Manuel M. Ponce.
  • Also set in Swedish (Svenska), a translation by Andrea Butenschön (1866 - 1948) ; composed by Lennart Hedwall.
  • Also set in Swedish (Svenska), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Erkki Gustaf Melartin.

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

  • 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
Line count: 10
Word count: 67

Deine Blume brach ich, Welt!
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the English 
Deine Blume brach ich, Welt!
Ich drückt' sie an mein Herz, der Stachel stach.
Als dann der Tag schwand und es dunkel wurde, 
erkannte ich, sie war verblüht, 
doch war der Schmerz geblieben.

Mehr Blumen werden dir zukommen 
mit Duft und Stolz, o Welt!
Doch meine Zeit des Blumenpflückens ist vorüber; 
und meine Rose hab' ich in der Nacht nicht mehr, 
nur meinen Schmerz.

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This text was added to the website: 2015-06-28
Line count: 10
Word count: 64