I thought my journey was over.
No further road was left to follow.
Exhausted I was. No strength, no
provisions were left. I thought my time
to slip into silence had finally come.
But I know my God sees no end of me.
When the old music dies
new melodies spring forth my heart.
And when the travelled path is lost
stunning vistas of a new country are revealed.
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The original:
I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power, - -that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.
-Rabindranath Tagore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem