by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I
shot an arrow into the air,
It
fell to earth, I know not where;
For,
so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could
not follow it in its flight.
I
breathed a song into the air,
It
fell to earth, I knew not where;
For
who has sight so keen and strong
That
it can follow the flight of song?
Long,
long afterward, in an oak
I
found the arrow, still unbroke;
And
the song, from beginning to end,
I
found again in the heart of a friend.
Click here for a Tamil Translation of "The Arrow and the Song" by
Namakkal Kaniporinjan Thamizhvalavan
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