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.

By: Rabindranath Tagore

From: Rabindranath Tagore Poetry