Gitanjali 102
Gitanjali part 102
Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore
I boasted among men that I had known you.
They see your pictures in all works of mine.
They come and ask me, “Who is he”?
I know not how to answer them.
I say, “Indeed, I cannot tell.”
They blame me and they go away in scorn.
And you sit there smiling.
I put my tales of you into lasting songs.
The secret gushes out from my heart.
They come and ask me, “Tell me all your meanings.”
I know not how to answer them.
I say, “Ah, who knows what they mean!”
They smile and go away in utter scorn.
And you sit there smiling.
