Thursday, May 24, 2018

Rabindranath Tagore - Friend



Art thou abroad on this stormy night
on thy journey of love, my friend?
The sky groans like one in despair.


I have no sleep tonight.

Ever and again I open my door and look out on
the darkness, my friend!

I can see nothing before me.

I wonder where lies thy path!

By what dim shore of the ink-black river,
by what far edge of the frowning forest,
through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading
thy course to come to me, my friend?



 

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