Fireflies 177 - 184 [German translation]

177

Truth loves its limits,

for there it meets the beautiful.

178

Between the shores of Me and Thee

there is the loud ocean, my own surging self,

which I long to cross.

179

The right to possess boasts foolishly

of its right to enjoy.

180

The rose is a great deal more

than a blushing apology for the thorn.

181

Day offers to the silence of stars

his golden lute to be tuned

for the endless life.

182

The wise know how to teach,

the fool how to smite.

183

The centre is still and silent in the heart

of an eternal dance of circles.

184

The judge thinks that he is just when he compares

the oil of another's lamp

with the light of his own.

• Artist:Rabindranath Tagore