countless seasons pass
drawing to the end of life
fading like flowers
worthy man has few worries
rewarded with endless joy
The challenge for Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #51 Tagore’s “Endless Time”
is to capture the essence of a verse by Rabindranath Tagore in a haiku or tanka.
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;
but I find that yet there is time.
© Rabindranath Tagore