Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Fruits and Orchards

Verse VIII of Fruit-Gathering, written by Tagore goes like this:

Be ready to launch forth, my heart! and let those linger who must.
For your name has been called in the morning sky.
Wait for none!
The desire of the bud is for the night and dew, but the blown flower cries for the freedom of light.
Burst your sheath, my heart, and come forth!


Almost a thousand years ago, Rumi wrote:

Come to the orchard in Spring.
There is light and wine, and sweethearts
In the pomegranate flowers.

If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not matter.

2 comments:

azron said...

Good morning from AZ.

I hope all is well in your world.

I always enjoy reading your blog.

ron

desertfish said...

Martin, i quote Tagore more often and reading this post was refreshing. I'll add you up on my blogroll so i could easily read your entries.Thanks.