Slow Life: The Gift

I want to give you something, my child,

because we're drifting

in the current of the world.

Our lives will be separated,

our forgotten love.

But I'm not foolish enough to hope

to buy your heart with my gifts.

Young is your life,

your path, long,

and you drink love in one sip

that we bring you, and you turn around,

and run away from us.

You have your games,

and your playmates.

What's wrong if you don't have the time

to think of us.

We have enough time in old age

to count the past days,

to nourish in the heart

what our hands

have lost forever.

Fast runs the river with a song,

overwhelming all barriers.

But the mountain remains and remembers

and follows him with his love.

Tagore

Automatic translation. We apologize for any inaccuracies. Original article in Italian.