Saturday, March 10, 2012

The Beginning by Rabindranath Tagore

The Beginning
Rabindranath Tagore

Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?"
the baby asked its mother.

She answered half crying, half laughing, and clasping
the baby to her breast,-- "You were hidden in my heart
as its desire, my darling.

You were in the dolls of my childhood's games; and when
with clay I made the image of my god every morning,
I made and unmade you then.

You were enshrined with our household deity, in his worship
I worshipped you.

In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my
mother you have lived.

In the lap of the deathless Spirit who rules our home you have
been nursed for ages.

When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered
as a fragrance about it.

Your tender softness bloomed in my youthful limbs, like a glow
in the sky before the sunrise.

Heaven's first darling, twin-born with the morning light, you
have floated down the stream of the world's life, and at last you
have stranded on my heart.

As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me; you who belong to
all have become mine.

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