Monday, 27 June 2011

Have mercy upon your servant, my queen! Rabindranath Tagore

Have mercy upon your servant, my queen!

The assembly is over and my servants are all gone.
Why do you come at this late hour?
When you have finished with others, that is my time.
I come to ask what remains for your last servant to do.

What can you expect when it is too late?
Make me the gardener of your flower garden.

What folly is this?

I will give up my other work.
I will throw my swords and lances down in the dust.
Do not send me to distant courts; do not bid me undertake new conquests.
But make me the gardener of your flower garden.

What will your duties be?
The service of your idle days.
I will keep fresh the grassy path where you walk in the morning,
where your feet will be greeted with praise at every step by
the flowers eager for death.
I will swing you in a swing among the branches of the
saptaparna, where the early evening moon will struggle
to kiss your skirt through the leaves.
I will replenish with scented oil the lamp that burns by your
bedside, and decorate your footstool with sandal and saffron
paste in wondrous designs.

What will you have for your reward?
To be allowed to hold your little fists like tender lotus-buds
and slip flower chains over your wrists;
to tinge the soles of your feet with the red juice
of ashoka petals and kiss away the speck of dust
that may chance to linger there.

Your prayers are granted, my servant, 

you will be the gardener of my flower garden.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

From Gardner
Art The Accolade  by Edmund Blair Leighton

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