The Fugitive by Rabindranath Tagore
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Mind asked me, "Poet, do you understand?" "I lay my work aside," I said, "for I must have time to understand." 22 TRANSLATIONS VAISHNAVA SONGS 1 Oh Sakhi,[1] my sorrow knows no bounds. [Footnote 1: The woman friend of a woman.] August comes laden with rain clouds and my house is desolate. The stormy sky growls, the earth is flooded with rain, my love is far away, and my heart is torn with anguish. The peacocks dance, for the clouds rumble and frogs croak. |
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