Sunday, 22 January 2017

Gitanjali

No more noisy, loud words from me---such is my master's will.

Henceforth I deal in whispers.

The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.


Men hasten to the King's market.

All the buyers and sellers are there.

But I have my untimely leave in the middle of the day, in the thick of work.


Let then the flowers come out in my garden,

though it is not their time;

and let the midday bees strike up their lazy hum.


Full many an hour have I spent in the strife of the good and the evil,

but now it is the pleasure of my playmate of the empty days to draw my heart on to him;

and I know not why is this sudden call to what useless inconsequence!

......Rabindranath Tagore