Friday, 30 December 2011

My song has put off her 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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