Tagore, Rabindranath - The Gardener - In the morning I cast my net into the sea
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
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
Then the whole night through I flung them one by one into the
In the morning travellers came; they picked them up and carried
them into far countries.