The Fugitive by Rabindranath Tagore
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The night brims with darkness flicked with lightning.
Vidyapati[2] asks, "Maiden, how are you to spend your days and nights without your lord?" [Footnote 2: The name of the poet.] 2 Lucky was my awakening this morning, for I saw my beloved. The sky was one piece of joy, and my life and youth were fulfilled. To-day my house becomes my house in truth, and my body my body. Fortune has proved a friend, and my doubts are dispelled. Birds, sing your best; moon, shed your fairest light! Let fly your darts, Love-God, in millions! I wait for the moment when my body will grow golden at his touch. Vidyapati says, "Immense is your good fortune, and blessed is your love." |
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