I known not if I'll come back home

The day is no more,The shadow upon the earth,
It's time that I go to the stream fill my pitcher.
The evening ari is eager with the sad music of the water,
Ah,.
It call me out into the dark,In the lonely lane there's no passer by,
The wind is up,The ripple are rampant in the river.
I known not if I'll come back home,
I known not whom I shall chance to meet.
There's fording in the littlee boat,
The known mans upon his flute.
Rabbindranath Tagore

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