Gitanjali - Verse 89

No more noisy, loud words for me -
Such is my master's will.
Henceforth I deal in whispers.
The speech of my heart
Will be carried on in
Murmurings of a song.

Men hasten to the King's market.
All the buyers and sellers are there.
But I have my untimely leave
In the middle of the day,
In the thick of work.

Let then the flowers
Come out in my garden,
Though it is not their time
And let the midday bees
strike up their lazy hum.

Full many an hour have I spent
In the strife of the good and the evil,
But now it is the pleasure of my playmate
Of the empty days to draw my heart on to him;
And I know not why is this sudden call
To what useless inconsequence.
- Rabindranath Tagore (Gitanjali Verse 89)