Письмо Лабонно к Омито из романа Рабиндраната Тагора...

Labonno's letter to Omito from Rabindranath Tagore’s novel The Last Poem

... Do you hear the rustle of flying time?
Always his chariot on the way ...
Hearts of blows are heard to us in the sky,
The stars in the dark are crushed by the chariot,
- how not to cry at the darkness on their chest? ..
My friend!
The time I cast lots
My network captured me
Rushing in a chariot on a dangerous road
Too far from the place where you wander far
Where you will not see me,
Where it is unknown that ahead ...
It seems to me: the chariot captured,
Death has already won a thousand times,
So today I climbed to the top,
In the brilliance of the dawn of a stained transparent ...
How not to forget your name on the way?
Has the old name dispelled the wind?
I have no road to my abandoned land ...
If you try to see from afar,
Do not make out me ...
My friend,
Goodbye!
I know - sometime in complete peace of mind,
In the late rest sometime maybe
From the distant coast of a long past
The spring night wind will bring you a sigh from me!
Bakul color fallen and crying
The sky will sadden you inadvertently,
You see if there is anything left
After me?...
At midnight oblivion
In the late outskirts
Your life
Look without despair
Will it flash?
Will the appearance of an unknown sleepy image, as if accidental? ...
...It's not a dream!
This is all my truth, this is truth,
Death conquers eternal law.
This is my love!
This treasure is
A gift unchanged to you that long ago
Was brought ...
In the ancient flow of change is abandoned,
I float away - and time carries me
From edge to edge,
From shore to shore, from the shallows to the shallows ...
My friend, goodbye!
You have not lost anything, in my opinion ...
Right and ash and dust to play
Created an immortal lover image,
Glitter and radiance of an immortal sweetheart
you can call from the twilight again!
Friend!
This will be the evening game,
It does not hurt me to remember ...
Greedy movement will not be offended
Trembling of levkoev on a sacrificial dish.
You are not sad about me in vain -
I have a good deal,
I have a world of space and time ...
Is my chosen one poor? Oh no!
I will fill the whole void dangerous
Believe that I intend to always fulfill
This vow.
If anyone is preoccupied,
I will wait with secret dismay
I will be happy - this is my answer!
From half a bright month to a dark
half carrying out the smoldering sheaf tuberose
Who - carried them by the long way,
On the night of the shadow half of the month
Sacrificial could decorate the tray?
Who would see me in joy
Unlimited forgiveness? ..
Evil and good will unite
I will give myself to serve!
I got the eternal right
My friend, for what I gave to you myself ...
You accept my gift in parts.
Hearing sad moments over,
Fill them with your palm - and drink:
My heart is like a handful, lovingly
I condone your lips ... Oh, incomparable!
I brought a gift to you:
All that I give, I have been granted to you:
How much did you take - so much debtor
You made me ...
O my friend, goodbye.