My song has put off her adornments. She has no pride of dress and decoration.
Ornaments would mar our union; they would come between thee and me; their jingling would drown thy whispers.
My poet's vanity dies in shame before thy sight. O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet.
Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.
~ Rabindranath Tagore Art by Arlena Willow |
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