Lady, you have filled these exile days of mine

Guest by Rabbindranath Tagore

Lady, you have filled these exile days of mine

With sweetness, made a foreign traveler your own

As easily as these unfamiliar stars, quietly,

Coolly smiling from heaven, have likewise given me

Welcome. When I stood at this window and stared

At the southern sky, a message seemed to slide

Into my soul from the harmony of the stars,

A solemn music that said, "We know you are ours-

Guest of our light from the day you passed

From darkness into the world, always our guest."

Lady, your kindness is a star, the same solemn tune

In your glance seems to say, "I know you are mine."

I do not know your language, but I hear your melody:

"Poet, guest of my love, my guest eternally."

From Selected Poems, Translated by William Radice (Penguin Classics, 2005)

 

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