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

In the morning I cast my net into the...
Language: English  after the Bangla (Bengali) 
Available translation(s): GER
In the morning I cast my net into the sea.
I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect
  and strange beauty -- some shone like a smile,
  some glistened like tears, and some were flushed 
  like the cheeks of a bride.
When with the day's burden I went home, my love was sitting 
  in the garden idly tearing the leaves of a flower.
I hesitated for a moment, and then placed at her feet 
  all that I had dragged up, and stood silent.
She glanced at them and said, "What strange things are these?
  I know not of what use they are!"
I bowed my head in shame and thought, "I have not fought 
  for these, I did not buy them in the market; 
  they are not fit gifts for her."
Then the whole night through I flung them 
  one by one into the street.
In the morning travellers came; they picked them up 
  and carried them into far countries.

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This text was added to the website: 2010-11-07
Line count: 18
Word count: 162