The spring, like a child,
Draws colourful pictures on the dust
Erases them again and again and leaves
It doesn't care to keep them in mind.
Translation of a couplet from the collection Lekhan by Rabindranath Tagore.
Here is the original - Phagun, shishur mato, dhulite rangin chhabi anke,
Kshane kshane muchhe phele, chole jay, mone o na thake.
