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
/Rabindranath Tagore/