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Look. The wild geese of Tagore

continue their flight.

His life – thousands of lights,

abode of peace and beauty —

flashed in a single torch,

illuminating

not only Indian horizon,

and became a sunrise

of a new-born era.

Such closeness

we feel to him

due to the fantastic song,

sung perhaps

from the beginning

of man’s days.

This song tells us

about love and pride,

about victory of grit

upon distort.

It’s like a banner

of a relay-race,

carried by wise prophets.

Not every one of them

could save from vices,

but he could —

the mighty patriarch,

one of the most lyrical

of lyric poets,

himself a living example

for those who crave

for inexpensive praise.

The rivers of Bengal

are deep and shining.

His poems

are natural as them —

purification of primeval games.

Not to the Lotusland

his wild geese fly —

from people’s hearts

to people’s hearts.