I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.
Rabindranath TagorePerhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.
Rabindranath TagoreThe night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."
Rabindranath Tagore