object:1.rt - This Dog
author class:Rabindranath Tagore
book class:Tagore - Poems
subject class:Poetry
subject class:Philosophy
subject class:Mysticism
class:chapter
This Dog
14
This dog is a fan every morning
He sits still near the seat
As long as the company does not accept her
With touch.
I get so much recognition
Waves of joy rose all over.
In the middle of speechless creatures
This creature is just
Let's differentiate between good and evil
Seen in the whole man;
He saw that life can be given to those who are happy
Unreasonable love that can be poured out,
Infinite consciousness
Shows the way whose consciousness.
Let's see the dumb heart
Dedicated self-sacrifice
Your poverty,
I can't think and discover what that value is
As a human being in your own simple sense;
The pitiful longing for languageless sight
Understands what cannot be understood,
It explains to me the true identity of man in creation.
English Transcreation
Every morning this dog, very attached to me,
Quietly keeps sitting near my seat
Till touching its head
I recognize its company.
This recognition gives it so much joy
Pure delight ripples through its entire body.
Among all dumb creatures
It is the only living being
That has seen the whole man
Beyond what is good or bad in him
It has seen
For his love it can sacrifice its life
It can love him too for the sake of love alone
For it is he who shows the way
To the vast world pulsating with life.
When I see its deep devotion
The offer of its whole being
I fail to understand
By its sheer instinct
What truth it has discovered in man.
By its silent anxious piteous looks
It cannot communicate what it understands
But it has succeeded in conveying to me
Among the whole creation
What is the true status of man.
Transcreation of poem 14 from the collection Arogya by Rabindranath Tagore. During the closing years of his life every morning at Santiniketan the poet used to take his breakfast sitting on the verandah. At that time a stray dog used to sit very patiently at his feet. The breakfast consisted of a few slices of bread and a cup of tea. This dog shared it with the poet but the bread had got to be buttered, otherwise it wouldnt touch it. They the poet and the dog became great friends. Occasionally when it absented itself from this habitual meeting the poet made his attendants seek it out. Transcreation by Kumud Biswas.
5 Translated by Kumud Biswas
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