The Gardener :  Why Do You Whisper So Faintly?



The Gardener : Why Do You Whisper So Faintly?


Why do you whisper so faintly in
my ears, O Death, my Death?


When the flowers droop in the
evening and cattle come back to their
stalls, you stealthily come to my side
and speak words that I do not
understand.


Is this how you must woo and win
me with the opiate of drowsy murmur
and cold kisses, O Death, my Death?


Will there be no proud ceremony
for our wedding?


Will you not tie up with a wreath
your tawny coiled locks?


Is there none to carry your banner
before you, and will not the night be
on fire with your red torch-lights,
O Death, my Death?


Come with your conch-shells sounding,
come in the sleepless night.


Dress me with a crimson mantle,
grasp my hand and take me.


Let your chariot be ready at my
door with your horses neighing impatiently.


Raise my veil and look at my face
proudly, O Death, my Death!


BY Rabindranath Tagore

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