The Last Boat The translation has been googled By Rabindranath Tagore At the close of the day, in the land of sleep, a veiled shadow Makes me forget, forget my life. On the other bank, a golden shore edges the gloaming, Which like an enchantress disrupts my work. The wayfarers who head back after completing their task, Do not look back at the trail they leave behind. Like a receding tide, intoxicated, I am drawn away from home. The dusk sets in as the day leaves. Please come, o ferryman, one Who can row me across on the last Ferry at the end of the day. In the dusk, a few ferries ebb with the tide To the other side. How will I recognise the ferryman among the other ones Waiting at the arrival to take me to my destination? Downhill, by the thick vegetation at the bank, The shade moves like a shadow. Where is the ferryman who is willing to halt When I call out? O come, The one who will row me At the close of the day in the last ferry. T
