That path away from the ville *

That  path of red soil going away from the ville

How mind mine with mirth doth seal,

For whom do I stretch my hand

For whom do I get away from the land;

She how takes me away from home

Pleading me to see her wealth awesome;

How she takes me away

To which heaven she for me shows the way;

I know not in which twist and turn

She would show me ( a splendid morn)

Her beauty and her wealth,

Where she hath forever dwelt;

Where would the end touch

With the beginning of which beauty such,

Can never find that so,

Which path away from ville she sows.

(*note : it is a transliteration of a song/ poem of Rabindranath Tagore, as can be found at page 421, poem/ song number 14, volume four, Collected Works/ রবীন্দ্ররচনাবলি , Birth Centenary edition. 

The painting attached for illustrative purpose is done by G.D. Arulraj.

This transliteration is my humble   tribute to Tagore)