Poem: Morning

By: Rabindranath Tagore
Translated by: Ms. Rokeya


Fair early morning, gentle breeze
Quivers the river water still
No swans have still gone into water
No boats with white sails have still floated on water
No village wives have still come to the ghat
No farmers on the way, no cows in the field
I’ve sat alone beside the window open
And kept the warm forehead towards the bounteous sky.
The air is touching my hair fondly,
Bright sun has shone on my face.
Sweet notes of birds around are
Stirring the blue sky with heavenly pleasure
Blessed, I see the light in the sky.
Blessed, I’ve loved the earth.


Ms. Rokeya is a Lecrurer in English, Asian University of Bangladesh (AUB)



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