Sunday, March 5, 2006

NO MATTER HOW MUCH I’M HURT

“126” in Show Yourself to My Soul, a translation of Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore’s Gitanjali, translated by James Talorovic

No matter how much I’m hurt
by blame, sadness, and insults,
I know
there is nothing to lose.

When I’m lying in the dust,
I don’t have to worry about a seat.

When I’m poor and bereft,
I ask for Your favor
without diffidence.

When people praise me,
when I’m happy,
I know within me
there is much deceit
in what they say.

This deceit goes to my head
as I proudly carry it about.

Alas! At such times
I don’t get time
to go to You.

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