planeoftheeclectic:thefugitivesaint:Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), poem 85 from “The Gardene
planeoftheeclectic:thefugitivesaint:Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), poem 85 from “The Gardener”, 1914Translated by the author from the original Bengali. New York: The Macmillan Company. [Transcript: Who are you, reader, reading my poem an hundred years hence?I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.Open your doors and look abroad.From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before.In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.End Transcript] -- source link