Passing breeze



Yes, I know,
this is nothing but thy love.

O beloved of my heart,
this golden light that dances upon the leaves,
these idle clouds sailing across the sky,
this passing breeze leaving its coolness
upon my forehead.
The morning light has flooded my eyes,
this is thy message to my heart.

Thy face is bent from above,
thy eyes look down on my eyes,
and my heart has touched thy feet.

By Rabindranath Tagore
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