By: Rabindranath Tagore
Translated by: Bajram Karabolli
I was walking along a path when a woman's voice behind me said:
- Do you know me?
I turned and replied:
- I don't remember who you are.
She told me:
- I am that deep sadness that you suffered a long time ago.
Her eyes shone like the morning, when the dew has not yet fallen on the ground.
I was silent, then I asked:
- Where did you find all that big load of tears?
She smiled without answering me.
I realized that her tears had had time to learn the language of smiles.
He told me:
- You were once convinced that you would keep your sadness forever.
Embarrassed, I replied:
- It's true, but years have passed.
Then, with her hand in mine, I said:
- But you have changed too.
She answered me calmly:
- You must know that what was once sadness is now peace...
