You left me and went on your way. <br /> I thought I should mourn for you <br />and set your solitary image in my <br />heart wrought in a golden song. <br /> But ah, my evil fortune, time is <br />short. <br /> Youth wanes year after year; the <br />spring days are fugitive; the frail <br />flowers die for nothing, and the wise <br />man warns me that life is but a <br />dewdrop on the lotus leaf. <br /> Should I neglect all this to gaze after <br />one who has turned her back on me? <br /> That would be rude and foolish, <br />for time is short. <br /> Then, come, my rainy nights with <br />pattering feet; smile, my golden <br />autumn; come, careless April, scatter- <br />ing your kisses abroad. <br /> You come, and you, and you also! <br /> My loves, you know we are mortals. <br />Is it wise to break one's heart for the <br />one who takes her heart away? For <br />time is short. <br /> It is sweet to sit in a corner to muse <br />and write in rhymes that you are all <br />my world. <br /> It is heroic to hug one's sorrow and <br />determine not to be consoled. <br /> But a fresh face peeps across my <br />door and raise its eyes to my eyes. <br /> I cannot but wipe away my tears <br />and change the tune of my song. <br /> For time is short.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-xlvi-you-left-me/
