UPAGUPTA-A POEM

swarajya
swarajya / 3 yrs ago /
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Upagupta, the disciple of Buddha, lay sleep in
the dust by the city wall of Mathura.
Lamps were all out, doors were all shut, and
stars were all hidden by the murky sky of August.
Whose feet were those tinkling with anklets,
touching his breast of a sudden?
He woke up startled, and a light from a woman’s
lamp fell on his forgiving eyes.
It was dancing girl, starred with jewels,
Wearing a pale blue mantle, drunk with the wine
of her youth.
She lowered her lamp and saw young face
austerely beautiful.
“Forgive me, young ascetic,” said the woman,
“Graciously come to my house. The dusty earth
is not fit bed for you.”
The young ascetic answered, “Woman,
go on your way;
When the time is ripe I will come to you.”
Suddenly the black night showed its teeth
in a flash of lightening.
The storm growled from the corner of the sky, and
The woman trembled in fear of some unknown danger.


A year has not yet passed.
It was evening of a day in April,
in spring season.
The branches of the way side trees were full of blossom.
Gay notes of a flute came floating in the
warm spring air from a far.
The citizens had gone to the woods for the
festival of flowers.
From the mid sky gazed the full moon on the
shadows of the silent town.
The young ascetic was walking along the lonely street,
While overhead the love-sick koels uttered from the
mango branches their sleepless plaint.
Upagupta passed through the city gates, and
stood at the base of the rampart.
Was that a woman lying at his feet in the
shadow of the mango grove?
Struck with black pestilence, her body
spotted with sores of small-pox,
She had been hurriedly removed from the town
To avoid her poisonous contagion.
The ascetic sat by her side, took her head
on his knees,
And moistened her lips with water, and
smeared her body with sandal balm.
“Who are you, merciful one?” asked the woman.
“The time, at last, has come to visit you, and
I am here,” replied the young ascetic.


I want to share this poem written by Rabindranath Tagore with you, which was read by me on the web site.Please also read the story titled "Upagupta-A Story", posted by me today



navneetkumarbakshi / / 3 weeks ago
navneetkumarbakshi

Good poem :)


Venu / / 3 weeks ago
Venu

"We are such stuffs as dreams are made of .....Our little life is rounded with a sleep" Shakespeare in "The Tempest' Let our mission in lfe be an attempt to realize the real truth. Upagupta therfore is a symbol, which urges us to think the transience oe life.


dmrsekhar / / 1 year ago
dmrsekhar

Very nice poem. Sir can you give the link of your story of Upagupta?

Thanks,
DMR Sekhar


Madhushree / / 1 year ago
Madhushree

nice:)


swarajya / / 3 yrs ago
swarajya

D Sampath,
Thanks for your appreciative comment and reco.
You may appreciate Tagore's poem better after reading the story "Upagupta".So I may like you to read my blog Upagupta-A story posted before the poem today.
swarajya


DSampath / / 3 yrs ago
DSampath

so beautiful...


swarajya / / 3 yrs ago
swarajya

Caravan Bpl,
Thanks for your reco.
swarajya


swarajya / / 3 yrs ago
swarajya

Promilla,
Thanks for your comment and reco.
swarajya


promilla / / 3 yrs ago
promilla

Beautiful!!
Thanks for sharing it
Regards
promilla


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