a secret spoken

I touch God in my song

as the hill touches the far-away sea

with its waterfall.

 

The butterfly counts not months but moments,

and has time enough.

 

Let my love, like sunlight, surround you

and yet give you illumined freedom.

 

Love remains a secret even when spoken,

for only a lover truly knows that he is loved.

 

Emancipation from the bondage of the soil

is no freedom for thee.

 

In love I pay my endless debt to thee

for what thou art.

---Rabindranath Tagore

 

 

Done