Rabindranath Tagore

(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

Ungrateful Sorrow - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

At dawn shey departed
My mind tried to console me -
' Everything is Maya'.
Angrily I replied:
'Here's this sewing box on the table,
that flower-pot on the terrace,
this monogrammed hand-fan on the bed- -
all these are real.'

My mind said: 'Yet, think again.'
I rejoined: ' You better stop.
Look at this storybook,
the hairpin halfway amongst its leaves,
signaling the rest is unread;
if all these things are 'Maya',
then why should 'shey' be more unreal? '

My mind becomes silent.
A friend arrived and says:
'That which is good is real
it is never non-existent;
entire world preserves and cherishes it its chest
like a precious jewel in a necklace.'

I replied in anger: 'How do you know?
Is a body not good? Where did that body go? '

Like a small boy in a rage hitting his mother,
I began to strike at everything in this world
that gave me shelter.
And I screamed:' The world is treacherous.'

Suddenly, I was startled.
It seemed like someone admonished me:' You- ungrateful! '

I looked at the crescent moon
hidden behind the tamarisk tree outside my window.
As if the dear departed one is smiling
and playing hide-and-seek with me.

From the depth of darkness punctuated by scattered stars
came a rebuke: 'when I let you grasp me you call it an deception,
and yet when I remain concealed,
why do you hold on to your faith in me with such conviction? '


Comments about Ungrateful Sorrow by Rabindranath Tagore

  • James Corro (5/26/2016 10:39:00 PM)

    Intense poem. I well written or translated? (Report)Reply

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  • (5/26/2016 1:22:00 PM)

    .........a thought provoking poem on having faith in things unseen ★ (Report)Reply

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  • Mark Jackson (5/26/2016 1:20:00 PM)

    nice poem i thought it was a very interesting aspect of life (Report)Reply

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  • Savita Tyagi (5/26/2016 12:22:00 PM)

    When I let you grasp me you call it a deception....yet I remain concealed...why do you hold your faith in me with such conviction.....beautiful lines containing a haunting question....it is troubling to all. Each one of us finds a way to answer it. The answer to it has never been simple and straightforward. (Report)Reply

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  • R.k.s. Yadav [ Rahee] (5/26/2016 10:19:00 AM)

    i looked at the crescent moon...and yet when i remain concealed.....beautiful poem by the poet who is not to be assessed by a small poet like me... (Report)Reply

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  • (5/26/2016 4:51:00 AM)

    Beautifully envisioned meaningful poem dealing with some sapects of the philosophy of life. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/26/2016 3:28:00 AM)

    Yet, think again! Able to understand the ways of life. Thanks for sharing. (Report)Reply

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  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (5/26/2016 1:43:00 AM)

    I looked at the crescent moon
    hidden behind the tamarisk tree outside my window.
    As if the dear departed one is smiling
    and playing hide-and-seek with me.
    Beautiful lines Guruji, That is why you are so great and the Viswakabi.
    Thanks off my little heart.
    Subhas
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2016


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