I knew not from what eternity
you came right nearer to meet me!
Neither your sun nor the infinite
stars ever kept you hidden from me.
Both in the mornings and evenings
your footsteps had been heard
and your messenger came to me
within my heart, meeting in secret.
Today I know not why my life is agitated
within, causing a whirlwind of joy in my heart
as if the time has come to wind up my effort.
I feel a faint smell of your presence so sweet.
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 46
Henry Victor 07.10.2012
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