Fireflies 241 - 248 [German translation]

241

I feel that the ferry of my songs at the day's end

will bring me across to the other shore

from where I shall see.

242

The butterfly flitting from flower to flower

ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.

243

Your voice, free bird, reaches my sleeping nest,

and my drowsy wings dream of a voyage to the light above the clouds.

244

I miss the meaning of my own part

in the play of life because I know not of the parts

that others play.

245

The flower sheds all its petals

and finds the fruit.

246

I leave my songs behind me

to the bloom of the ever-returning honeysuckles

and the joy of the wind from the south.

247

Dead leaves when they lose themselves in soil

take part in the life of the forest.

248

The mind ever seeks its words

from its sounds and silence

as the sky from its darkness and light.

• Artist:Rabindranath Tagore