From Tagore

No: it is not yours to open buds into blossoms.

  Shake the bud, strike it; it is beyond your power to

make it blossom.

  Your touch soils it, you tear its petals to pieces and

strew them in the dust.

  But no colors appear, and no perfume.

  Ah! it is not for you to open the bud into a blossom.

 

 

He who can open the bud does it so simply.

He gives it a glance, and the life-sap stirs through its

  veins.

At his breath the flower spreads its wings and flutters

  in the wind.

Colors flush out like heart-longings, the perfume betrays

  a sweet secret.

He who can open the bud does it so simply.  

                                                                R.Tagore