To Nature Thou enchantress"

By Rabindranath Tagore
Thy loveless embrace awakes in the
Thou tanglest my heart in a hundred heart,
nooses of love
A thousand songs
What is this thy play?
In happiness and grief and misery I live in the
It is but a little feeble life – sunlight,

Why so many bonds to bind it? Nor crave the frozen stillness of the endless
night
At every turn and every moment
Half open, half veiled, thy face
Thou winnest my love with thy wiles,
Is the abode of mystery;
But has none to give, thou stealer of hearts!
To the heart it brings the ache of love
I Wander about in search of thy heart.
Mingles with fear"
O cruel nature;
Thy ever-new phases pass understanding
So many flowers, such light, such songs and
scents, And the heart is filled with laughter and tears

But where is love? Stretching forth my heart and soul I rush

toward thee,
Hidden in the wealth of thy beauty thou
laughest But thou eludest my grasp;

While we weep. I see the slight, sweet, mocking smile

Day and night in the deserted playfield On thy sun-red lips;

Thou playest in jest;

We wot not whom thy lovest or slightest;

He to whom thou art kind and loving in the

morning,

The evening finds him lying neglected in

the dust.

Still I love thee and cannot forget