Moment's Indulgence

by Rabindranath Tagore

Flower

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it 

droop and drop into the dust. 

I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of 

pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am 

aware, and the time of offering go by. 

Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower 

in thy service and pluck it while there is time. 

My Polar Star 

I have made You the polar star of my

existence; never again can I lose my way in the

voyage of life.

Wherever I go, You are always there to

shower your benefience all around me. Your face

is ever present before my mind's eyes.

If I lose sight of You even for a moment, I

almost lose my mind.

Whenever my heart is about to go astray, just

a glance of You makes it feel ashamed of itself. 

Moment's Indulgence 

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works 

that I have in hand I will finish afterwards. 

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, 

and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil. 

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and 

the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove. 

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing 

dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.