My song has put off her adornments. She has no pride of dress anddecoration. Ornaments would mar our union; they would come between theeand me; their jingling would drown thy whispers. My poet’s vanity dies in shame before thy sight. O master poet, I havesat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight,like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.

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Creator: Rabindranath Tagore
Nationality / cultural background: Indian · Bengali
Work / edition: 1912

Translation: Rabindranath Tagore · English

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