O Scholar Gypsy!

O scholar gypsy, Leaving Oxford and Cambridge, The intellectual campuses Smacking of researches and routine work, The monotony and drudgery of it, Where are you, Where are you moving to With your classicism, pedantry, scholasticism, Leaving the deptts. and faculties So full of hectic activity, You drifting far, drifting far In your search of What it education is, What it knowledge actually, Is it not the knowledge of the self, Is education not light, Get light and give light to others, But on the department, What did you, did you, Nobody came to recognize, Recognize you, The streak of genius, genius in you, The spark, the Spark Divine, Your zeal, zeal for knowledge and humanism? I can feel it The big-big buildings and mansions of the varsities Could not, could not tempt you, you, The big-big deptts. With signboards, The faculties with names and name plates, You chose, chose to be simple, Simple and commonly As had nothing to do with big mansions, A man you left the campus, The campus smacking of the academia And chose to be a simpleton, A simple common man Living as you please, Marking the shepherd boys and girls Grazing the livestock, Singing songs, playing with dust, Holding the bouquets of wild flowers So full of innocence And you crossing, crossing the dry river bed Of the scattered hamlets!