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The Gardener XVIII: When Two Sisters
© Rabindranath Tagore
When the two sisters go to fetch
water, they come to this spot and
they smile.
They must be aware of somebody
The Gardener XVI: Hands Cling to Eyes
© Rabindranath Tagore
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger
on eyes: thus begins the record of our
hearts.
It is the moonlit night of March;
The Gardener XLVIII: Free Me
© Rabindranath Tagore
Free me from the bonds of your
sweetness, my love! Nor more of this
wine of kisses.
This mist of heavy incense stifles
The Gardener XLVI: You Left Me
© Rabindranath Tagore
You left me and went on your way.
I thought I should mourn for you
and set your solitary image in my
heart wrought in a golden song.
The Gardener XLV: To the Guests
© Rabindranath Tagore
To the guests that must go bid
God's speed and brush away all traces
of their steps.
Take to your bosom with a smile
The Gardener XLIV: Reverend Sir, Forgive
© Rabindranath Tagore
Reverend sir, forgive this pair of
sinners. Spring winds to-day are
blowing in wild eddies, driving dust
and dead leaves away, and with them
The Gardener XLIII: No, My Friends
© Rabindranath Tagore
No, my friends, I shall never be an
ascetic, whatever you may say.
I shall never be and ascetic if she
does not take the vow with me.
The Gardener XLII: O Mad, Superbly Drunk
© Rabindranath Tagore
O mad, superbly drunk;
If you kick open your doors and
play the fool in public;
If you empty your bag in a night,
The Gardener XL: An Unbelieving Smile
© Rabindranath Tagore
An unbelieving smile flits on your
eyes when I come to you to take my
leave.
I have done it so often that you
The Gardener XIX: You Walked
© Rabindranath Tagore
You walked by the riverside path
with the full pitcher upon your hip.
Why did you swiftly turn your face
and peep at me through your fluttering
The Gardener XIV: I Was Walking by the Road
© Rabindranath Tagore
I was walking by the road, I do not
know why, when the noonday was past
and bamboo branches rustled in the
wind.
The Gardener XIII: I Asked Nothing
© Rabindranath Tagore
I asked nothing, only stood at the
edge of the wood behind the tree.
Languor was still upon the eyes
of the dawn, and the dew in the air.
The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride
© Rabindranath Tagore
Let your work be, bride. Listen, the
guest has come.
Do you hear, he is gently shaking
the chain which fastens the door?
The Gardener LXXXIV: Over the Green
© Rabindranath Tagore
Over the green and yellow rice-fields
sweep the shadows of the autumn
clouds followed by the swift-chasing
sun.
The Gardener LXXXIII: She Dwelt on the Hillside
© Rabindranath Tagore
She dwelt on the hillside by edge
of a maize-field, near the spring that
flows in laughing rills through the
solemn shadows of ancient trees. The
The Gardener LXXXI: Why Do You Whisper So Faintly
© Rabindranath Tagore
Why do you whisper so faintly in
my ears, O Death, my Death?
When the flowers droop in the
evening and cattle come back to their
The Gardener LXXVI: The Fair Was On
© Rabindranath Tagore
The fair was on before the temple.
It had rained from the early morning
and the day came to its end.
Brighter than all the gladness of
The Gardener LXXV: At Midnight
© Rabindranath Tagore
At midnight the would-be ascetic
announced:
"This is the time to give up my
home and seek for God. Ah, who has
The Gardener LXVIII: None Lives For Ever, Brother
© Rabindranath Tagore
None lives for ever, brother, and
nothing lasts for long. Keep that in
mind and rejoice.
Our life is not the one old burden,
The Gardener LXIX: I Hunt for the Golden Stag
© Rabindranath Tagore
I hunt for the golden stag.
You may smile, my friends, but I
pursue the vision that eludes me.
I run across hills and dales, I wander
