Gitanjali 06: Pluck this little flower and take it, delay no

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop

and drop into the dust.

I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of

pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am

aware, and the time of offering go by.

Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower

in thy service and pluck it while there is time.