|
The Song I Came To Sing
 The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.
I have spent many days stringing and unstringing this my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard
his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passes in spreading his seat on the floor;
but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.
- Taken from Geethanjali
Rabindranath Tagore (1861- 1941)
|
