Translation of One verse from Tagore’s Gitanjali poem 50
“I had gone a-begging from door to door in the village path, when thy golden chariot appeared in the distance like a gorgeous dream and I wondered who was this King of all kings!”
“ꯑꯩꯅꯥ ꯈꯨꯡꯒꯪ ꯑꯗꯨꯗ ꯌꯨꯝꯊꯣꯡ ꯑꯝꯥ ꯗꯒꯤ ꯑꯝꯥꯗ ꯅꯤꯔꯝꯃꯤ,
ꯑꯩꯅꯥ ꯅꯪꯒꯤ ꯁꯥꯒꯣꯜ ꯒꯥꯔꯤ ꯑꯗꯨ ꯂꯥꯝꯅ ꯉꯥꯟꯗꯨꯅ ꯐꯥꯖꯅ ꯃꯪꯒꯨꯝꯅ ꯂꯥꯛꯄ ꯑꯨꯕꯗ ꯉꯛ ꯑꯃꯤ, ꯀꯔꯝꯕ ꯑꯊꯧꯕ ꯅꯤꯡꯊꯧꯒꯤ ꯅꯤꯡꯊꯧ ꯑꯣꯏꯔꯕꯅꯣ?”
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