Gitanjali — Song 89
Gitanjali — Song 89
Rabindranath Tagore
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!
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Complete 103-poem English Gitanjali, translated by the author and published in 1912. · Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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