Make My Life Simple and Straight
From time to time I am inspired to rework a poem -- personalize it -- much in the same way I would interpret a piece of music by a master musician.
In honor of the spirit of Meher Baba's New Life ( see previous posts), I offer a few of these poems of Tagore.
My song has put off her adornments.
She has no pride of dress and decoration.
Ornaments would mar our union,
they would come between you and me;
their jingling would drown your whispers.
My poet’s vanity dies in shame before your sight.
Oh master poet,
I pray at your feet:
Make my life simple and straight,
like a flute of reed for you to fill with your song.