gitanjali

I BOASTED among men that I had
known you. 'They see your pictures in
all works of mine. They come and ask
me. "Who is he?" I know not how to
answer them. I say. "Indeed. I cannot
tell." They blame me and they go away
in scorn. And you sit. there smiling.

I put my tales of you into lasting
songs. The secret gushes out from my
heart. They come and ask me, "Tell
me all your meanings." I know not
how to answer them. I say. "Ah. who
knows what they mean!" They smile
and go away in utter scorn. And you
sit there smiling.