from Sanskrit and Other Languages
II. From Bengali
Songs of the Sea (Sagar Sangit)
Burns on that other shore the mystic light
That never was lit here by eve or dawn?
Is’t there, the song eternal, infinite,
None ever heard from earthly instruments drawn?
Sits there then any like myself who yearns
Thirsting for unknown touches on the soul?
Is’t there, the heart’s dream? unsurpassable burns
Thy shadowy self we seek, there bright and whole?
My thirst is great, O mighty One! deep, deep
The thirst is in my heart unsatisfied.
Ah, drown me in thy dumb unfathomed sleep
Or carry to that ungrasped other side.
Will not my hope’s dream there be held at last?
My barren soul grow kingly, rich and vast?