Waiting
Translation of poem by Rabindranath Tagore
— by Anjana Basu
(Reading Time: 2 min Approx)
Now I’ve managed to find the time
When will you be able to find it too?
I’ve got the evening lamp all primed
When shall I light it up for you?
I’ve left all my baggage behind
Brought and selling at markets and shops
As it blooms, evening the flower
With fragrance wakens its silent grove
Glowworms in the lotus leaves bower
Recall your footsteps treasure trove
Today I’ve kept my room meat and cool
My courtyard sweet with sandal wood balm
Finished my work by some harsh rule
Now when will it be for you to come?
Tonight, will be the first moonrise
By the river in the palm tree forest
From the god’s courtyard in the skies
Light will fall, on tree shadows rest
The south wind will suddenly blow
With it will come the rushing tide
Rock the tied boat and then throw
Itself headless at the jetty’s side
When the tide mingles with the bank
And the waters fall still as any stone
When the swaying breeze has sunk
And the moon reached the lowest zone
Cool shadows will touch your sleeping head
Then care the soles of your feet
I’m sitting on the ground by your bed
When will you find the time, my sweet?