by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)
Translation by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)

He it is, the innermost one, who awakens...
Language: English  after the Bangla (Bengali) 
Available translation(s): GER
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being 
with his deep hidden touches.

He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes 
and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart 
in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.

He it is who weaves the web of this maya 
in evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green, 
and lets peep out through the folds his feet, 
at whose touch I forget myself.

Days come and ages pass, 
and it is ever he who moves my heart 
in many a name, in many a guise, 
in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.

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Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:

  • Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ENG ; composed by Johann Móry.

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

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

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Text added to the website: 2010-11-03 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-07-02 13:34:38
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