MOMENT'S INDULGENCE - I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by Your side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterward.
Away from the sight of Your face, my heart knows no rest or respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quietly, face to face with You, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
— Tagore
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