Poem 12 in Gitanjali

Carlo Cafferini







I have been traveling long

My way is also long

When I had first started it was early dawn.

From planet to planet, from star to star

I have left my footprints along a winding path

Through so many hills and dales

Through so many lands.

To come close one has to travel far

It is very difficult indeed

But not to one who is straight at heart.

Traversing many alien countries

The traveler comes to his own land at last

Only after wandering in the outside world

One can find one’s own inner God.

To say, ‘Here you are’,

I looked in so many places, so many ways I walked

But you are there everywhere in this world

Which we flood with tears

Crying, ‘Where are you, O where!’

Rabindranath Tagore

Poem 14

in, The Collection Gitimalya

Transcreation by Kumud Biswas

Encontrei outra tradução, que partilho aqui:

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.

I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my
voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.

It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,
and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

My eyes strayed far and wide before I shut them and said `Here art thou!'

The question and the cry `Oh, where?' melt into tears of a thousand
streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance `I am!'



Rabindranath Tagore
in, Gitanjali
Poem 12
Translation by Bertram Kottmann