gitanjali

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!