this life is not altogether lost.

I KNOW THAT this life, missing its ripeness in love,
is not altogether lost.
I know that the flowers that fade in the dawn,
the streams that strayed in the desert,
are not altogether lost.
I know that whatever lags behind in this life
laden with slowness is not altogether lost.
I know that my dreams that are still unfulfilled,
and my melodies still unstruck,
are clinging to some lute-strings of thine,
and they are not altogether lost.

Rabindranath