I boasted among men that I had known you. <br />They see your pictures in all works of mine. <br />They come and ask me, `Who is he?' <br />I know not how to answer them. I say, `Indeed, I cannot tell.' <br />They blame me and they go away in scorn. <br />And you sit there smiling. <br /> <br />I put my tales of you into lasting songs. <br />The secret gushes out from my heart. <br />They come and ask me, `Tell me all your meanings.' <br />I know not how to answer them. <br />I say, `Ah, who knows what they mean!' <br />They smile and go away in utter scorn. <br />And you sit there smiling. <br /><br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sit-smiling/
