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The Gardener XXVIII: Your Questioning Eyes
Rabindranath Tagore
Your questioning eyes are sad. They
seek to know my meaning as the moon
would fathom the sea.
I have bared my life before your
eyes from end to end, with nothing
hidden or held back. That is why you
know me not.
If it were only a gem, I could break
it into a hundred pieces and string
them into a chain to put on your neck.
If it were only a flower, round and
small and sweet, I could pluck it from
its stem to set it in your hair.
But it is a heart, my beloved.
Where are its shores and its bottom?
You know not the limits of this
kingdom, still you are its queen.
If it were only a moment of pleasure
it would flower in an easy smile, and
you could see it and read it in a
moment.
If it were merely a pain it would
melt in limpid tears, reflecting its
inmost secret without a word.
But it is love, my beloved.
Its pleasure and pain are boundless,
and endless its wants and wealth.
It is as near to you as your life, but
you can never wholly know it.
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For the Union of You and Me
It is for the union of you and me
It is for the union of you and me
It is for the union of you and me
Dawn appears opening the eastern door
The boat of hope sails along the currents
Flowers of the ages are being gathered together
It is for the union of you and me
Has proceeded from birth to birth upon the surface
Rabindranath Tagore
that there is light in the sky.
that the earth is decked in dusky green.
that the night sits motionless
with the world in her arms;
with sweet murmurs in her voice.
of eternity toward that union;
for its welcoming ritual.
that this heart of mine, in the garb of a bride,
of this ever-turning world to chose the beloved.
In the dusky path of a dream
IN the dusky path of a dream
Her house stood at the end of a desolate street.
She set her lamp down by the portal
She raised her large eyes to my face and mutely asked,
I tried to answer,
I thought and thought;
Tears shone in her eyes.
Our lamp had flickered in the evening breeze
Rabindranath Tagore
I went to seek the love who was mine in a former life.
In the evening breeze her pet peacock sat drowsing on its perch,
and the pigeons were silent in their corner.
and stood before me.
"Are you well, my friend?”
but our language had been lost and forgotten.
our names would not come to my mind.
She held up her right hand to me.
I took it and stood silent.
and died.
The Gardener XXVII: Trust Love
"The heart is only for giving away with a tear and a song,my love."
"Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop,while it laughs it dies.
"The lotus blooms in the sight of the sun,and loses all that it has.
Rabindranath Tagore
"Trust love even if it brings sorrow.Do not close up your heart."
"Ah no, my friend,your words are dark,I cannot understand them."
"Ah no,my friend,your words are dark,I cannot understand them."
But sorrow is strong and abiding.Let sorrowful love
wake in your eyes."
"Ah no,my friend,your words are dark,I cannot understand them."
It would not remain in bud in the eternal winter mist."
"Ah no, my friend,your words are darkI cannot understand them.
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