When I called you in your garden <br />Mango blooms were rich in fragrance - <br />Why did you remain so distant, <br />Keep your doors so tightly fastened? <br />Blossoms grew to ripe fruit-clusters - <br />Your rejected my cuppded handfuls, <br />Closed your eyes to perfectness. <br /> <br />In the fierce harsh storms of Baisakh, <br />Golden ripened fruit fell tumbling. <br />'Dust, I said, 'defiles such offerings: <br />Let your hands be heaven to them.' <br />Still you showed no friendliness. <br /> <br />Lampless were your doors at evening, <br />Pitch-black as I played my vina. <br />How the starlight twanged my heartstrings! <br />How I set my vina dancing! <br />You showed no responsiveness. <br /> <br />Sad birds twittered sleeplessly, <br />Calling, calling lost companions. <br />Gone the right time for our union - <br />Low the moon while still you brooded, <br />Sunk in lonely pensiveness. <br /> <br />Who can understand another! <br />Heart cannot restrain its passion. <br />I had hoped that some remaining <br />Tear-soaked memories would sway you, <br />Stir your feet to lightsomeness. <br /> <br />Moon fell at the feet of morning, <br />Loosened from the night's fading necklace. <br />While you slept, O did my Vina <br />Lull you with its heartache? Did you <br />Dream at least of happiness?<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unyielding/
