Only now and again a sadness fell upon me,
and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet
trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with
longing and it seemed to me that it was the eager
breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was
mine, and that this perfect sweetness had
blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
~ Gitanjali
translated from original Bengali by Tagore
