Love
The Gardener 30: You are the evening cloud floating
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore (1915) · From The Gardener (1915)
You are the evening cloud floating in the sky of my dreams.
I paint you and fashion you ever with my love longings.
You are my own, my own, Dweller in my endless dreams!
Your feet are rosy-red with the glow of my heart's desire, Gleaner of my sunset songs!
Your lips are bitter-sweet with the taste of my wine of pain.
You are my own, my own, Dweller in my lonesome dreams!
With the shadow of my passion have I darkened your eyes, Haunter of the depth of my gaze!
I have caught you and wrapt you, my love, in the net of my music.
You are my own, my own, Dweller in my deathless dreams!
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MLA
Tagore, Rabindranath. “The Gardener 30: You are the evening cloud floating.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/132/.
Chicago
Tagore, Rabindranath. “The Gardener 30: You are the evening cloud floating.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/132/.
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