Saturday, November 10, 2018

Moinak Dutta writes

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]

Paramhansa Yogananda Painting - The Cloud Boatman by Ashleigh Dyan Bayer

The Cloud Boatman -- Ashleigh Dyan Bayer

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