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The last poem, translation of a composition of Rabindranath Tagore

Have you heard the symphony, the voyage of an eternal time? Its Chariot is the swiftest one, gone soon, gone long Beating hearts touch the innermost mind Darkness. wrapped in encircled mourning, befallen with the fallen, starlight. O My Friend ! That nomadic time, a traveler one Engulfed me again, with her embracing vest of time Took me to her gypsy churn, A quest toward an intrepid one. Farther and farther away from yours. It seems only in mind, that I escaped death Happening in a thousand more times. Today, the new dawn with the mountain-peak Where , the chariot left a trace of agitated wind blower speed With my older name. There is no turning back If you ponder from a distance, looking back you will not find me as one you knew too close. I bid you farewell, My friend!

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