I received the following poem months ago but I didn’t know that I will be reading it with different view few months later …
the furthest distance in the world
is not between life and death
but when i stand in front of you
yet you don’t know that
i love youthe furthest distance in the world
is not when i stand in front of you
yet you can’t see my love
but when undoubtedly knowing the love from both
yet cannot be togetherthe furthest distance in the world
is not being apart while being in love
but when plainly can not resist the yearning
yet pretending
you have never been in my heartthe furthest distance in the world
but using one’s indifferent heart
to dig an uncrossable river
for the one who loves youthe furthest distance in the world - Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)
This poem has been circulating the Internet many times already and it has been translated many times. I am not sure but this translation could be actually from Chinese to English and original wasn’t in Chinese … anyway … it is not about how it is translated to different languages and when but the true importance is the meaning inside, in the words.
Sometimes distance is too much … Unfortunately, I experienced that. At least I still have my memories.
Note: I posted this only after I felt that it is time to post this. I didn’t feel like that almost a month ago. That is the reason why it appeared suddenly just now in here and is dated to March 5th, 2007 while it is written almost a month later.