gardener song

In the morning I cast my net into the sea.
I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect and strange beauty——some shone like a smile， some glistened like tears， and some were flushed like the cheeks of a bride.　　
When with the day's burden I went home， my love was sitting in the garden idly tearing the leaves of a flower.　
I hesitated for a moment， and then placed at her feet all that I had dragged up，and stood silent.
She glanced at them and said， "What strange things are these？ I know not of what use they are！"
I bowed my head in shame and thought， "I have not fought for these， I did not buy them in the market； they are not fit gifts for her."　
Then the whole night through I flung them one by one into the street.　
In the morning travellers came； they picked them up and carried them into far countries.
------------------Tagore