Your light, my light, world-filling light,
the dancing centre of my life,
the sky breaks forth,
the wind runs wild,
and laughter passes over the earth.
The butterflies have spread their sails to glide up on the seas of light,
the lilies and the jasmine flowers surge on the crest of waves of light.
Now heaven's river drowns its banks,
and floods of joy have run abroad,
now mirth has spread from leaf to leaf,
and gladness without measure comes.
- Rabindranath Tagore