Gratitude Monday: Plying minstrelsy

I am mesmerized by bees; there’s something simultaneously peaceful and joyful in watching them. For weeks now I’ve been looking forward to seeing my neighbor’s garden begin to spring to life, because I’m anticipating seeing bees swarming his hollyhocks later in the year. I’m so grateful to have these little fellows in my life

So for today’s entry in National Poetry Month—for Poem in Your Pocket day, in fact—I’m giving you Bengali poet’s Rabindrath Tagore’s “A Moment’s Indulgence”.

“A Moment’s Indulgence”

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.