"I ask for a moment's indulgance to sit by thy side
The works that I have in hand I will finish later.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite.
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window
with its sighs and murmers;
and the bees are playing their minstrels
at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time tp sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this overflowing liesure."
~ "Moment's Indulgence' - Tagore ~
The works that I have in hand I will finish later.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite.
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window
with its sighs and murmers;
and the bees are playing their minstrels
at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time tp sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this overflowing liesure."
~ "Moment's Indulgence' - Tagore ~
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