PoetrySelected 21 Oct 2026
The Gardener · 48
The Gardener · 48, by Rabindranath Tagore. Translated by Rabindranath Tagore.
Indian · Bengali · English
Rabindranath Tagore1913
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Free me from the bonds of your sweetness, my love! No more of this wine of kisses. This mist of heavy incense stifles my heart. Open the doors, make room for the morning light. I am lost in you, wrapped in the folds of your caresses. Free me from your spells, and give me back the manhood to offer you my freed heart.
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Creator: Rabindranath Tagore
Nationality / cultural background: Indian · Bengali
Work / edition: 1913
Translation: Rabindranath Tagore · English
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In the source: 48
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