Treasure Island

Rabindranath Tagore

(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

The Gardener XLIII: No, My Friends


No, my friends, I shall never be an
ascetic, whatever you may say.
I shall never be and ascetic if she
does not take the vow with me.
It is my firm resolve that if I
cannot find a shady shelter and a
companion for my penance, I shall
never turn ascetic.
No, my friends, I shall never leave
my hearth and home, and retire into
the forest solitude, if rings no merry
laughter in its echoing shade and if
the end of no saffron mantle flutters
in the wind; if its silence is not
deepened by soft whispers.
I shall never be an ascetic.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Marsha Sperling (3/14/2008 11:09:00 PM)

    I am searching for a poem by R Tagore about, roughly, where did baby's eyes, or babies ears, etc. come from? The answers refer to a young woman's youth, walking in the garden, something, something. The poem was on a meal tray served in the hospital when I birthed my son in 1984. I lost my copy of it, but loved it so and ever since have enjoyed the poetry of Rabindranath Tagore. If someone knows of this poem to which I refer, please let me know at imasperling@hotmail.com. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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