Friday, March 6, 2009

Poem for Memorial Service 4

When I go from hence let this be my parting
Word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.
I have tasted of the hidden honey of this
Lotus that expands on the ocean of light,
And this I am blessed.

In this playhouse of infinite forms I have
Had my play and here have caught sight
Of him that is formless.

My whole body and my limbs have thrilled
With his touch who is beyond touch – let
This be my parting word.

by Rabindranath Tagore

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