Do not try to see me from outside,
Do not hold me outwardly.
You will not find me in my joys and sorrows,
You will not find in my bosom the pain that
afflicts me.
From my face you will not know me,
Where you are looking for the poet…
he is not there, he does not exist!
That me with dream-countenance and roaming
in hiding;
that me whom trying to explain I can never
explain;
that me before whose songs I own defeat;
that me is the poet. Whom have you come to find?
Taking the form of a man who is shut within
his rooms,
who is bowed by each moment’s burden,
who tosses and turns in the fever of eulogy and
blame.
Is it in his life-story you are seeking the poet?
Tr. by Indu Dutt
R. Tagore - Do not try to see me from outside
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