LOVERS GIFT -  Verse No 32

         By Tagore

                          Many a time when the spring day knocked at our door , I kept busy with my work and you did not answer . Now when I am left alone and heart-sick  the spring day comes again ,  but I know not how to turn him away from the door . When he came to crown us with joy the gate was shut but now he comes with his gift of sorrow , his  path must be open

         Now GR takes over ( Tagore sits by my side and pats on my back  )

                           Here I am , left alone , all alone

                           Heart sick , sad and sullen

                           Rushes in through our door

                           The spring , in all its glory and splendor

                           What use of spring unto me now

                           As by me sits not my love.

                           To turn him away from hither

                           I know not how , my dear.

                           Again and again in the days past

                           To make us happy , the spring did visit

                           Immersed in work , I cared him never

                           Nor did you answer

                           To dip us in honey , in joys many

                           And to make our days sunny

                           Many a times did he come

                           Unto him extended we not a welcome

                           Now let his path be wide open

                                         As comes he with a gift of sorrow and pain