gitanjali

LIGHT, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light, heart- swee-
tening light !

Ah, the light dances, my darling,
At the centre of my life; the light
strikes, my darling, the chords of my
love; the sky opens, the wind runs
wild, laughter passes over the earth.

The butterflies spread their sails
on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines
surge up on the crest of the waves of
light.

The light is shattered into gold on
every cloud, my darling, and it
scatters gems in profusion.

Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my
darling, and gladness without
measure. The heaven's river has
drowned its banks and the flood of joy
is abroad.