THE LAST POEM (Translation by Olga)
by R.Tagore, a famous Indian poet
Is it that the wind has blown apart the old names?
There's no way back for me to my abandoned country.
If you are trying to see me in the distance -
you won't see me,
you won't see me,
Fare the well, my friend!
I'm floating away
and time is taking me from one side to the other
from one shore to the other
from one shoal to the other
fare the well, my friend!
I know, there will be a time when
from a farther shore, from the distant past,
the spring night wind will bring you a sigh from me.
Look, please look, please look
if there is anything left by me
at the midnight of forgetfulness,
at the late suburb of your life.
Look without despair, look without despair.
Will it flash,
will it take the shape of the obscure image, as if incidentally;
will it take the shape of the obscure image, as if incidentally?
It's not a dream
It's not a dream
It's true: this is the truth
It's defeating the death, this eternal law -
it's my love
it's my love
it's my love...