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'''Published:''' No title, published 1914, from Gitanjali (Song Offerings), No. 4. Lyrics from Gitanjali, published 1913. <br>
'''Published:''' No title, published 1914, from Gitanjali (Song Offerings), No. 4. Lyrics from Gitanjali, published 1913. <br>


'''Description:''' <br>
'''Description:''' <br>


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Contributor: David Newman (submitted 2008-07-11).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 125 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Cross posting by Art Song Central.

General Information

Title: I am like a Remnant of a Cloud of Autumn
Composer: John Alden Carpenter
Lyricist: Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Solo Soprano
Genre: Secular, Aria

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

Published: No title, published 1914, from Gitanjali (Song Offerings), No. 4. Lyrics from Gitanjali, published 1913.

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Original text and translations

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I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn
uselessly roaming in the sky,
O my sun ever-glorious!
Thy touch has not yet melted my vapour,
making me one with thy light,
and thus I count mounts and years separated from thee.
If this be thy wish and if this be thy play,
then take this fleeting emptiness of mine,
paint it with colours, gild it with gold,
float it on the wanton wind and spread it in varied wonders.
And again, when it shall be thy wish to end this play at night,
I shall melt and vanish away in the dark,
or it may be in a smile of the white morning,
in a coolness of purity transparent.