Friday, 30 December 2011
My song has put off her adornments..by Rabindranath Tagore
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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