From Joy’s Loveliest Ocean

From joy’s loveliest ocean
there’s a flood springing.
Embark all, and set to –
to the oar your strength bringing.
No matter its burden,
our boat sorrow-laden
(if death comes, so let it)
moves through the waves winging.
From joy’s loveliest ocean
there’s a flood springing.

Who cries from behind us
of doubt or of danger?
Who harps on their fears now,
where fear is no stranger?
What curse. or stars’ showing
has frowned on our going?
Hoist a sail to the wind now
and we’ll move on singing.
From joy’s loveliest ocean
there’s a flood springing.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)

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