Palm-tree!
On one leg standing
Above all trees, outstanding
Up at the sky, he peeps.
He envies:
Clouds floating by,
Flying up on high -
Where're the wings it needs?
Suddenly,
The leaves swish,
Meeting the wish
Deep in his mind.
He dreams:
His wings are these,
He can fly with ease,
Leaving his home behind.
All day long,
Quiver and Quake
The leaves shake
As if to fly apace.
He imagines:
Wandering the sky
- While the stars fly by -
As if to go some place.
Then when
The breeze drops,
The shivering stops
He comes down to earth.
He thinks:
This land his mother,
He loves no other
But this corner of earth
All day long, Quiver and Quake The leaves shake As if to fly apace. thank you dear poet for this translation of the great poet Tagore.. tony