No one lives forever.
Keep that in mind, and love.
Our life is not the same old burden;
Our path is not the same long journey.
The flower fades and dies,
We must pause to weave perfection into music
Keep that in mind, and love.
My beloved, in you I find refuge.
Love droops towards its sunset
To be drowned in the golden shadows.
Love must be called from its play
And love must be born again to be free
Keep that in mind, and love.
My beloved, in you I find refuge
Without seeing my love, I cannot sleep
Let us hurry to gather our flowers
Before they are plundered by the passing winds.
It quickens our blood and brightens our eyes
To snatch kisses that would vanish
If we delayed.
Our life is eager;
Our desires are keen,
For time rolls by
Keep that in mind, and love.
My beloved, in you I find refuge
Beauty is sweet for a short time,
And then it is gone.
Knowledge is precious
But we will never have time to complete it.
All is done and finished
In eternal heaven,
But our life here is eternally fresh.
Keep that in mind, and love.
— Rabindranath Tagore.*
*Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941) was a Bengali poet, novelist, musician, painter and playwright who reshaped Bengali literature and music. In 1913, Tagore became the first non-European to be awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature. His poetry in translation was viewed as spiritual, and this together with his mesmerizing persona gave him a prophet-like aura in the west but his "elegant prose and magical poetry" still remains largely unknown outside the confines of Bengal.
His novels, stories, songs, dance-dramas, and essays spoke to political and personal topics. Gitanjali (Songs Offerings), Gora (Fair-Faced), and Ghare-Baire (The Home and the World) are his best-known works, and his verse, short stories, and novels were acclaimed for their lyricism, colloquialism, naturalism, and contemplation.
A good collection of his poems can be read at: http://www.poemhunter.com/rabindranath-tagore
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