I build by boat with fallen leaves ...

With fallen leaves , my boat I adorn, alone in games I wonder Like the attention-less child who floats the boats of clouds .. Like whimsical unknown rhyme and rhythm that wilt the dawn flowered mango buds at dusk... Like the breeze that carries the fragrances from flowers and forgets them at day end I give my rhythm to take where it may Directionless , I float in the stream , losing everything running after the road , squandering my fortunes... ~R.Tagore

A very un-literal translation ......Make what you will of it :)