No, my friends, I shall never be an <br />ascetic, whatever you may say. <br /> I shall never be and ascetic if she <br />does not take the vow with me. <br /> It is my firm resolve that if I <br />cannot find a shady shelter and a <br />companion for my penance, I shall <br />never turn ascetic. <br /> No, my friends, I shall never leave <br />my hearth and home, and retire into <br />the forest solitude, if rings no merry <br />laughter in its echoing shade and if <br />the end of no saffron mantle flutters <br />in the wind; if its silence is not <br />deepened by soft whispers. <br /> I shall never be an ascetic.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-xliii-no-my-friends/
