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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Untimely Leave

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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Bruno G.
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