Religious
Poem
Light, Oh Where is The Light?
by Rabindranath Tagore
In this 27th poem of Gitanjali,
Tagore is the beloved and God, the lover. The beloved wishes for God to light
his path.
Light, Oh Where is The Light?
Light,
oh where is the light? Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!
There
is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame, - is such thy fate, my heart! Ah,
death were better by far for thee!
Misery
knocks at thy door, and her message is that thy lord is wakeful, and he calls
thee to thy love-tryst through the darkness of night.
The
sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is ceaseless. I know not what this is
that stirs in me, - I know not its meaning.
A
moment's flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my sight, and my heart
gropes for the path to where the music of the night calls me.
Light,
oh where is the light! Kindle it with the burning fire of desire! It thunders
and the wind rushes screaming through the void. The night is black as a black
stone. Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy
life.
