Onto
white pristine sails
Onto
white and pristine sails
Whence
the mild breezes touch,
Never
seen rowing of the Boat as such;
From
which land beyond the seas
Which
treasures it brings never cease,
With
it the mind wishes to float,
And
wishes to leave all desires and wants,
(Singing
perhaps Thy songs with ease
As
they come out from throat)
How
the stream keeps on falling,
How
the rumble can be heard,
How
the ray of lighted beams
Comes
through the clouds unbarred;
O
Thou the Boatman, who art Thou,
whose
laughter and tears
by
thy boat You tow,
How
mind mine thinks of thee –
With
which tune You would string
the
day's song (giving it a meaning)
Which
prayer would be sung (for long).
[Transliteration of song no. 145 of vol. IV of Rabindranath Tagore, birth centenary edition]
The Cloud Boatman -- Ashleigh Dyan Bayer
