Life Honouring Deeds (Tagore)

Life’s honouring deeds we start and do not do –
I know, I know that these are counted too.
The flowers that do not come to flower
but drop to earth and lose their power,
the rivers that run dry in desert, never to renew,
I know, I know that these are counted too.

Today’s intentions that are not seen through,
I know, I know that these are not untrue.
All my deeds so long delayed,
all the tunes I have not played
sound out on your bina’s strings,
all performed by you.
I know, I know that these are counted too.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)

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