I touch God in my song 
as the hill touches the far-away sea 
with its waterfall. 

The butterfly counts not months but moments, 
and has time enough. 

Let my love, like sunlight, surround you 
and yet give you illumined freedom. 

Love remains a secret even when spoken, 
for only a lover truly knows that he is loved. 

Emancipation from the bondage of the soil 
is no freedom for the tree. 

In love i pay my endless debt to thee 
for what thou art. 


  Author : Rabindranath Tagore