Rabindranath Tagore – The Gardener 59

O woman, you are not merely thehandiwork of God, but also of men;these are ever endowing you withbeauty from their hearts.Poets are weaving for you a webwith threads of golden imagery;painters are giving your form evernew immortality.The sea gives its pearls, the minestheir gold,...

Rabindranath Tagore – The Gardener 51

Then finish the last song and let usleave.Forget this night when the night isno more.Whom do I try to clasp in myarms? Dreams can never be made captive.My eager hands press emptiness tomy heart and it bruises my brea...

Rabindranath Tagore – The Gardener 41

I long to speak the deepest words I have to say to you; but Idare not, for fear you should laugh.That is why I laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest.I make light of my pain, afraid you should do so.I long to tell you the truest words I have to say to you; but Idare not,...

Rabindranath Tagore – The Gardener 55

It was mid-day when you wentaway .The sun was strong in the sky.I had done my work and sat aloneon my balcony when you went away.Fitful gusts came winnowingthrough the smells of may distantfields.The doves cooed tireless in the shade,and a bee strayed in my room hum-ming the news...

Rabindranath Tagore – The Gardener 57

I plucked your flower, O world!I pressed it to my heart and thethorn pricked.When the day waned and itdarkened, I found that the flower hadfaded, but the pain remained.More flowers will come to you withperfume and pride, O world!But my time for flower-gatheringis over, and through...