What is this play thou playest with my life?Sri Aurobindo
Translations
CWSA.- Volume 5
Part Two. Translations from Bengali
Section Three.
Chittaranjan Das
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What is this play thou playest with my life?
How hast thou parted lids mind held so stiff
Against the vision, that like a bud shut long
My mind has opened only to thy song,
And all my life lies like a yearning flower
Hued, perfumed, quivering in thy murmurous power,
And all my days are grown an infinite strain
Of music sung by thee, O shoreless main?