The incense wants to be one with the scent,
the scent to wrap itself round the incense,
melody wants to take shape in rhythm,
rhythm turns to melody instead,
feelings looks for a body in form,
form can only find itself in feelings.
The infinite seeks the intimate presence of the finite,
the finite to disappear in the infinite.
I do not know whose scheme this is
in the eternal cycle of beginnings and end
that between feeling and form should be this interchange,
that the bound should be on a search after freedom—
freedom asking to be housed in the bound.
 
circle-of-life-art (1)
 
Courtesy: Ravindranath Tagore Collection;Translation by Pratima Bowes
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