LAST DAY in FEBRUARY...

FROM GITANJALI (XLIV) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) 

This is my delight

Thus to wait and watch at the wayside

where shadow chases light and the rain comes

                                             

                in the wake of the summer. Messengers...

M

with tidings from unknown skies,

greet me and speed along the road.

                                        

My heart is glad within,

and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.

                             

                   From dawn till dusk...

I sit here before my door.

                        

               And I know that of a sudden 

the happy moment will arrive when I shall see.

                  In the meanwhile...

I smile and I sing all alone.

In the meanwhile

the air is filling with the perfume of promise.

                        

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