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