(Lyrics of Rabindranath translated from Bengali.)
A bit of my feelings, some words that I hear,
with that in my mind I compose my springs.
The intoxicating jasmine, mixed with the frangipani
and a little music, color and passion, I weave a net with.
Whatever comes near, in moments and intervals,
to a part of my inspired mind, I draw with it a picture of my dreams.
Some words go away but leave a tune in my thoughts,
with which I spend my time putting the beats in the ankle bells.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
music color passion all are life.