Love, Inda
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A gentle breeze
struck the pure white sail.
I never saw a river craft
moved along in such a way.
What priceless treasures does it bring?
From the shore of what distant sea
does it come?
My mind wants to drift.
it wants to cast on this shore
all wanting, all getting.
Behind me the rain comes down in torrents.
in the sky above the thunder rolls.
From a break in the clouds
rays of golden light
come and fall on my face.
O helmsman, who are you?
Whose joy-and-sorrow treasure are you?
Dwelling on this,
my mind is wonderstruck.
I wonder
what melody the instrument will play.
I wonder
what hymn I shall hear.
Rabindranath Tagore
