I Am Restless

I am restless. I am athirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance.
O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger in a strange land.
Thy breath comes to me whispering an impossible hope.
Thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own.
O Far-to-seek, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I know not the way, that I have not the winged horse.

I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart.
In the sunny haze of the languid hours, what vast vision of thine takes shape in the blue of the sky!
O Farthest end, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that the gates are shut everywhere in the house where I dwell alone!

by Rabindranath Tagore

Comments (16)

The thist, the longing, the yearning of the soul.
can't quite grasp why 'evermore'.
as i write i'm still mulling on the last sentence. but on the whole i relate to this expression of yearning. i especially resonate with the sentence, thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own. the heart, seat of the spirit, hears God, the divine. and on our own we cannot find this spirit that is God, but grace can lead us. and we have these words of comfort for us who long, the one who seeks finds. -gk
i dont understand it: /
Out in a Longing! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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