Rabindranath Tagore

I hunt for the golden stag.

You may smile, my friends

but I pursue the vision that eludes me.

I run across hills and dales

I wander through nameless lands,

because I am hunting for the golden stag.

You come and buy in the market

and go back to your homes laden with goods.

but the spell of the homeless winds

has touched me I know not when and where.

I have no care in my heart,

all my belongings I have left for behind me.

I run across hills and dales

I wander through nameless hands

because I am hunting for the golden stag.