Morichika or ‘Mirage’ is one on Tagore’s early poems. It was first published in 1886 in a collection called Kori O Komal (Sharp and Flat).
Mirage Come, leave your bed of flowers, O friend — Beat the hard ground with your foot. How long will you isolate yourself weaving Dreams of starry blooms in an unreal sky! Look, a storm is brewing in the distance — Your world will be washed away with tears. Flames of God’s lightning jinx will ignite the Fires of purity to arouse you from stupor. Come let us both go and live with people, Enlightened by their joys and sorrows — Let us share their laughter and sadness Holding hands, stay fearless when in doubt. Let us not dwell in this redolent mirage as It terrorises with its transient evanescence.
Later Tagore translated this poem to English himself. That was published in 1942 by a collection entitled Poems edited by Krishna Kripalalni, Amiya Chakravarty, Nirmal Chandra Chattopadhyay and Pulinbehari Sen published after his death by Visva Bharati.
Here is an excerpt of what Tagore wrote about Kori O Komal in his Jibonsmriti (1912, autobiographical memoirs by the poet) which reflects his outlook and the mood of the poem.
(These translations for Borderless Journal are by Mitali Chakravarty, edited by Sohana Manzoor and Anasuya Bhar. Also, thanks to Anasuya Bhar for the images from Bichitra and Jibonsmriti and the extensive research on the poem.)
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