Time is Short Tagore

You left me and went your way.

I thought I should morn and grieve over my loss.

For time is short.

Youth rangs year after year.

Spring days are fugitive.

Fragile flowers die for nothing.

And the wise man warns me that life is but a dewdrop on a trembling leaf.

Should I neglect all this, to gaze after you who has turned his back on me?

I would be foolish, for time is short.

Therefore come to me my rainy nights with pattering feet.

Smile my golden Autumn, come careless April scattering your kisses of love.

And come you too my lover, we are mortals, and it is wise to break your heart

for the one who takes your heart away.

For time is short