Here is my very awkward and somewhat literal translation of a song by Rabindranath Tagore that fits Binayak's situation perfectly...or so we hope! If someone can let me know the occasion for which the song was originally written, I would be grateful.
Say nothing to those who call you mad.
Those who throw dust at you today, thinking ill of you,
Will follow you with garlands at tomorrow's dawning
Say nothing to those who call you mad.
Those who today occupy their seats of power, puffed up in their pride,
Will descend from their thrones and bow their heads to you in love
Tomorrow morning.
Oh how apt this sounds - I endorse these lovely lines wholeheartedly
Posted by: Rajyasri | December 29, 2010 at 01:25 PM