Gitanjali part 102

I boasted among men that I had known you.

They see your pictures in all works of mine.

They come and ask me, "Who is he"?

I know not how to answer them.

I say, "Indeed, I cannot tell."

They blame me and they go away in scorn.

And you sit there smiling.

 

I put my tales of you into lasting songs.

The secret gushes out from my heart.

They come and ask me, "Tell me all your meanings."

 I know not how to answer them.

I say, "Ah, who knows what they mean!"

They smile and go away in utter scorn.

And you sit there smiling.

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