Posted by: Stephen Paul | August 17, 2014

Lost time?

 

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time (from Gitanjali)

By Rabindranath Tagore
(1861 – 1941)

English version by Rabindranath Tagore

 

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.
Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness.
I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagined all work had ceased. In the morning I woke up and found my garden full with wonders of flowers.

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