Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
Collected poems and plays of Rabindranath Tagore (ed. 1949)
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
Collected poems and plays of Rabindranath Tagore (ed. 1949)