Dikt av Rabindranath Tagore

[Atene]

Jeg har googlet ivei, men finner det bare på engelsk. Jeg vet det er oversatt, og skulle gjerne hatt den norske teksten.

Det heter "The beginning". Noen som kan hjelpe?

[flisa]

Denne? nei?

http://72.14.203.104/search?q=cache:ObCaGMJqVTUJ:www.ordtak.no/index.php%3Ffn%3DRabindranath%26en%3DTagore+Rabindranath+Tagore&hl=no&lr=lang_no

noe her da kanskje?

http://72.14.203.104/search?q=cache:A-3XLCTVGugJ:home.hesbynett.no/saltor/gh2.html+Rabindranath+Tagore+dikt&hl=no

hmmmm

http://72.14.203.104/search?q=cache:jSZKWRcbBSEJ:hakestad.com/dikt/aado.html+Rabindranath+Tagore+dikt&hl=no&lr=lang_no

næ

[Atene]

Denne? nei?

http://72.14.203.104/search?q=cache:ObCaGMJqVTUJ:www.ordtak.no/index.php%3Ffn%3DRabindranath%26en%3DTagore+Rabindranath+Tagore&hl=no&lr=lang_no

noe her da kanskje?

http://72.14.203.104/search?q=cache:A-3XLCTVGugJ:home.hesbynett.no/saltor/gh2.html+Rabindranath+Tagore+dikt&hl=no

hmmmm

http://72.14.203.104/search?q=cache:jSZKWRcbBSEJ:hakestad.com/dikt/aado.html+Rabindranath+Tagore+dikt&hl=no&lr=lang_no

næ

Du har stått på :-)

Her har du det på engelsk:

THE BEGINNING

"WHERE have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked its mother.

She answered half crying, half laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast,--

"You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling.

You were in the dolls of my childhood's games; and when with clay I made the

image of my god every morning, I made and unmade you then.

You were enshrined with our household deity, in his worship I worshipped you.

In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother you have

lived.

In the lap of the deathless Spirit who rules our home you have been nursed for

ages.

When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered as a fragrance

about it.

Your tender softness bloomed in my youthful limbs, like a glow in the sky before

the sunrise.

Heaven's first darling, twin-born with the morning light, you have floated down

the stream of the world's life, and at last you have stranded on my heart.

As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me; you who belong to all have become

mine.

For fear of losing you I hold you tight to my breast. What magic has snared the

world's treasure in these slender arms of mine?"