Sitting in the home of Tagore, a room where he was born to
this world and another where he breathed his last breath,
becoming one with the heavens.
A totality that has arisen above others, taking the high
road he has led many into the beauty of literature, music
and painting.
How sublime, yet ordinary a man he was, filled with poten-
tial beyond what others contained, finding a place among
the great, while still remaining as himself.
Never giving up his soul for the world, preserving it only
through his poetical talent, and living a simple life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem