Ore sabodhani pothik

English

For once be careless, timid traveller, and utterly lose your way;
  wide-awake though you are, be like broad daylight enticed by and netted in mist.
   Do not shun the garden of Lost Hearts waiting at the end of the wrong road,
  where the grass is strewn with wrecked red flowers, and disconsolate water heaves in the troubled sea.
   Long have you watched over the store gathered by weary years.
  Let it be stripped, with nothing remaining but the desolate triumph of losing all.

Translated by Rabindranath TagoreRabindranath Tagore1861–1941Poet, composer and painter; the words and the melodies of every song in Gitabitan are his. Nobel laureate in Literature, 1913.His first photograph, Calcutta · 1873 ? · 25 Portraits of Rabindranath Tagore (Visva-Bharati, Calcutta, 1951)