Sunday, January 24, 2010
You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling.
You were in the dolls of my childhood's games; and
when with clay I made the image of my god every morning, I made the unmade you then.
You were enshrined with our household deity, in his worship, I worshipped you.
In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother you have lived.
In the lap of the deathless Spirit who rules our home you have been nursed for ages.
When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered as a fragrance about it.
Your tender softness bloomed in my youthful limbs, like a glow in the sky before the sunrise.
Heaven's first darling, twain-born with the morning light,
you have floated down the stream of the world's life, and at last you have stranded on my heart.
As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me; you who belong to all have become mine.
For fear of losing you I hold you tight to my breast.
What magic has snared the world's treasure in these slender arms of mine ?
Author : Tagore
Book : The Cresent Moon