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 🔒
Some other random works of this poet:
- The Gardener LIX: O Woman
- Strong Mercy
- Twelve O’Clock
- The Child-Angel
- Stray Birds 1 – 10
- The Gardener XXVI: What Comes From Your Willing Hands
- The End
- I Found A Few Old Letters
- A Moments Indulgence
- The Gardener XVI: Hands Cling To Eyes
- The Gardener XXVII: Trust Love
- Stray Birds 61 – 70
- Give Me Strength
- Passing Breeze
- Innermost One
- The Gardener XIII: I Asked Nothing
- Lamp Of Love
- Lover’s Gifts XLVIII: I Travelled The Old Road
- The Hero
- The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride
- Poems On Love
- On The Nature Of Love
- Old And New
- Lover’s Gifts XIII: Last Night In The Garden
- The Beginning
- The Kiss
- Stream Of Life
- Ocean Of Forms
- Lover’s Gifts LIV: In The Beginning Of Time
- The Gardener XI: Come As You Are
- The Gardener XXXVIII: My Love, Once Upon A Time
- The Gardener XVIII: When Two Sisters
- Free Love
- The Unheeded Pageant
- When I Go Alone At Night
- In The Dusky Path Of A Dream
- Colored Toys
- Face To Face
- Stray Birds 91 – 99
- The Sun Of The First Day
- When Day Is Done