Gitanjali - Tamil Translation - Vanathy Jayaraman

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Résumé :

On the slope of the desolate river among tall grasses I asked her, Maiden, where do you go shading your lamp with your mantle? My house is all dark and lonesome - lend me your light!. She raised her dark eyes for a moment and looked at my face through the dusk. I have come to the river, she said, to float my lamp on the stream when the daylight wanes in the west. I stood alone in the tall grasses and watched the timid flame of her lamp uselessly drifting in the tide.

In the silence of gathering night I asked her, Maiden, your lights are all lit-then where do you with your lamp? My house is all dark and lonesome - lend me your light. She raised her dark eyes on my face and stood for a moment doubtful. I have come she said atlast, to dedicate my lamp to the sky. I stood and watched her light uselessly burning in the void.

In the moonless gloom of midnight I asked her, Maiden, what is your quest, holding the lamp near your heart? My house is all dark and lonesome - lend me your light. She stopped for a minute and thought and gazed my face in the dark. I have brought my light, she said, to join the carnival of lamps. I stood and watched her little lamp uselessly lost among lights.