Monday, January 15, 2007

Stages

(A poem from Herman Hesse's The Glass Bead Game.)

As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavour,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.

Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.

Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon use to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell and without end.

2 comments:

Mani said...

Very touchy... but parting is not so easy, i hope u too agree becoz from childhood we hv been living along with society and accustomed to live along with our loved ones....M

Janani said...

I couldn't agree more with you, Mani! A week ago I had to leave India and move to Singapore (after my wedding) as my husband is on a project here, and trust me, you can't find a more homesick person... home is where the heart is... and having been in India and in a joint family all my life, I can tell you, very confidently... yes, parting is NOT easy!