How happy you are, Kind, while you sit in the dust,
and amuse you all morning with a broken branch!
I smile, while I watch you, how to play with this piece of wood.
I'm busy with the arithmetic
and I spend hour after hour by adding numbers.
Maybe you look at me from the corner of my eye and think:
“What need the time with a game like losing like this!”
Kind, the sticks and mud pies
they do not amuse me; I forgot Your Art.
I follow expensive entertainments
and to heap up gold and silver.
You play with a light heart, with all, what you'll find.
I dedicate my time and my strength
Things, I can never conquer.
In my frail boat, I intend, das Meer des Ehrgeizes zu überqueren,
und ich vergessen dabei, dass mein Job auch nur ein Spiel ist.
Rabindranath Tagore
Translation Carina
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