I CAST MY NET INTO THE SEA
by: Rabindranath Tagore
- N the morning I cast my net into
- I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect
and strange beauty -- some shone like a smile, some glistened
like tears, and some were flushed like the cheeks of a bride.
- When with the day's burden I went home, my love was sitting
in the garden idly tearing the leaves of a flower.
- I hesitated for a moment, and then placed at her feet all
that I had dragged up, and stood silent.
- She glanced at them and said, "What strange things are
these? I know not of what use they are!"
- I bowed my head in shame and thought, "I have not fought
for these, I did not buy them in the market; they are not fit
gifts for her."
- Then the whole night through I flung them one by one into
- In the morning travellers came; they picked them up and carried
them into far countries.
MORE POEMS BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE
"I cast my net into the sea"
is reprinted from The Gardener. Rabindranath Tagore. New
York: The Macmillan Company, 1913.