In memory of Stray Bird, in memory of Rabindranath Tagore
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
Te fsh in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing.
But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near.
Te seagulls fy of, the waves roll away and we depart.
Let life be beautiful like summer fowers and death like autumn leaves.
I have my stars in the sky.
but oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
Te sunshine greets me with a smile.
Te rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.
"I have lost my dewdrop," cries the fower to the morning sky that has lost all its stars.
Tis life is the crossing of a sea, where we meet in the same narrow ship.
In death we reach the shore and go to our diferent worlds.
I live in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the least less.
Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all.
One word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, "I have loved."
Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.
I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.
Tat love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.
I long for the Island of Songs across this heaving sea of shouts.
I have sufered and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in this great world.
Let this be my last word, that I trust thy love.
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