Complete Works. Rabindranath Tagore

this morning, let none go to work.

       Let us take the blue sky by storm and plunder space as we run.

       Laughter floats in the air like foam on the flood.

       Brothers, let us squander our morning in futile songs.

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      Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?

       I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.

       Open your doors and look abroad.

       From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before.

       In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.

      FRUIT-GATHERING

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