Gitanjali - Rabindranath Tagore

[ajahan]

My song has put off her adornments. She has no pride of dress and decoration. Ornaments would mar our union; they would come between thee and me; their jingling would drown thy whispers.

My poet's vanity dies in shame before thy sight. O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for

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[mspixieears]

How has no one commented on this? Cheers for posting, I've been meaning to read this poet for a very, very long time.