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Exploring his Brahma, the person, the man, Tagore happened to come across with Hason Raja in his writing and got astonished by the vastness of his thought. He translated in the following lines:
‘The sky and the earth are born of mine own eyes,
The hardness and softness,
the cold and the heat are the products
of mine own body,
The sweet smell and the bad are of my own nostrils.’
This poet sings of the Eternal Person within him, coming out and appearing before his eyes, just as the Vedic Rishi speaks of the Person, who is in him, dwelling also in the heart of the sun:
‘I have seen the vision,
the vision of mine own revealing itself,
coming out from within me’. ” (R Tagore 1930: 114,115)
Hason's poetry reflects his spiritual pursuits and the ever-changing nature of the world. Poet Rabindranath was overwhelmed with the depth of Hason Raja’s thought, the insight, the supreme truth and the ultimate goal.
Tagore found that individual in Hason Raja by saying that “The concrete form is a more perfect manifestation than the atom, and man is more perfect as a man than where he vanishes in an original indefiniteness. This is why the Ishopanishat says : "Truth is both finite and infinite at the same time, it moves and yet moves not, it is in the distant, also in the near, it is within all objects and without them." (R Tagore 1930: 115, 116)
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