Fireflies

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.

 

           R. Tagore