This ignorant was dealing with the finite.
He took bath in the essence of infinity
as the world takes daily bath
in the golden water of the morning rays,
which penetrated into the center of gravity of his world
and illuminated the ever darkness
of black holes of his universe.
He arose from an eternal slumber
like a lion king
as the rays fell into his eyes.
He opened his eyes to sense the infinity,
which he perceived due to Tagore's eternal creation.
He witnessed a spiritual dawn in his life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The grandeur of Tagore! Beautiful poem!