Light oh where is light ? | Song Offerings, Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore

Light oh where is light ?– is a poem in the Rabindranath Tagore’s poetry collection “Song Offerings” or “Gitanjali” in Bengali. Geetanjali is a remarkable book of verses composed by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), which earned him the Nobel Prize.


Light oh where is light ? | Song Offerings, Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore
রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর [ Rabindranath Tagore ]

It was written originally in Bangla during 1908-1909 and later its English version in prose was published under the title ‘The Song offerings’. It was the first English anthology of Rabindranath published in late 1912 by the India Society of London. On 10 November of the following Year (1913), Rabindranath-Tagore was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature for the book Geetanjali.

This recognition introduced Rabindranath worldwide as an exponent of unique poetic talent. Famous Irish poet W B Yeats wrote the introduction of the English version of Geetanjali. Besides, a pencil sketch of the poet drawn by Rothenstain was published in the book. Rabindranath dedicated Geetanjali to WB Yeats.


আকাশের চাঁদ Akasher chad  [ কবিতা ]- রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর


Serial Number of the song : 27

Light oh where is 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 the 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.

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