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The Gardener XVI: Hands Cling to Eyes

Rabindranath Tagore 1861 (Kolkata) – 1941 (Kolkata)

Hands cling to hands and eyes linger
on eyes: thus begins the record of our
hearts.
  It is the moonlit night of March;
the sweet smell of henna is in the air;
my flute lies on the earth neglected
and your garland of flowers is
unfinished.
  This love between you and me is
simple as a song.
  Your veil of the saffron colour
makes my eyes drunk.
  The jasmine wreath that you wove
me thrills to my heart like praise.
  It is a game of giving and with-
holding, revealing and screening again;
some smiles and some little shyness,
and some sweet useless struggles.
  This love between you and me is
simple as a song.
  No mystery beyond the present;
no striving for the impossible; no
shadow behind the charm; no groping
in the depth of the dark.
  This love between you and me is
simple as a song.
  We do not stray out of all words
into the ever silent; we do not raise
our hands to the void for things
beyond hope.
  It is enough what we give and we
get.
  We have not crushed the joy to
the utmost to wring from it the wine
of pain.
  This love between you and me is
simple as a song.

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