The Gardener

by Rabindranath Tagore



If you would have it so,
I will end my singing.

If it sets your heart aflutter,
I will take away my eyes from your face.


If it suddenly startles you in your walk,
I will step aside and take another path.


If it confuses you in your flower-weaving,
I will shun your lonely garden.


If it makes the water wanton and wild,
I will not row my boat by your bank.