# The golden boat

> As of Nov 5, 2026, The golden boat has no recorded sale.

- Page: https://www.gondi.xyz/collections/makersplace-2a46/17014
- Collection: [MakersPlace](https://www.gondi.xyz/collections/makersplace-2a46.md)
- Token ID: [17014](https://etherscan.io/nft/0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756/17014)
- Contract: [0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756](https://etherscan.io/address/0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756) (ERC-721)
- Owner: [fabin.eth](https://www.gondi.xyz/0xf2a841f4025159e5a845de3172384a7bca00ddde)
- Image: https://i2c.seadn.io/ethereum/0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756/2ac534759e2c4d441cebffcf819317/762ac534759e2c4d441cebffcf819317.jpeg?w=1000

## Description

This poem holds a bittersweet poignancy -  sometimes giving all leaves you lonely , cast aside. 

This translation is by the poet himself so possibly most acceptable in my opinion :) :

The rain fell fast. The river rushed and hissed. It licked up and swallowed the island, while I waited alone on the lessening bank with my sheaves of corn in a heap.

From the shadows of the opposite shore the boat crosses with a woman at the helm.
I cry to her, ‘Come to my island coiled round with hungry water, and take away my year’s harvest.’

She comes, and takes all that I have to the last grain; I ask her to take me.
But she says, ‘No’-the boat is laden with my gift and no room is left for me.

- R.Tagore

Data from GONDI (https://www.gondi.xyz), Nov 5, 2026.