Judgement
(by Rabindranath
Tagore)
(translated by Kongyin)
Do not judge-
Where you live is but a
small corner of this earth.
So far as your eyes reach,
They encompass so little,
To the little you hear,
You add your own voice.
You keep good and bad,
black and white,
Carefully apart.
In vain you make a line
To draw a limit.
If a melody is hidden
within you,
Awaken it as you go along
the road.
In song there is no
argument,
No call to work –
He who pleases will
respond,
He who pleases not will
pass it by.
What matter if some men are
good
And some are not?
They are all travellers of
the same road.
Do not judge.
Alas, times flies by
And all debate is vain.
Look, the flowers blooming
at the forest’s edge,
Bring a message from the
sky,
For she is a friend of the
earth;
In July rains
The grass floods the earth
with green,
And fills her cup to the
brim.
Forgetting self,
Fill your heart with simple
joy.
Traveller,
Scatter freely along the
road
The treasure you gather as
you go.
From “Later
poems of Rabindranath Tagore”
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