Do Not Go, My Love – Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener XXXIV:

 Do not go, my love, without asking 

my leave. 

I have watched all night, and now 

my eyes are heavy with sleep. 

I fear lest I lose you when I’m 

sleeping. 

Do not go, my love, without asking 

my leave. 

I start up and stretch my hands to 

touch you. I ask myself, “Is it a 

dream?” 

Could I but entangle your feet with 

my heart and hold them fast to my 

breast! 

Do not go, my love, without asking 

my leave.