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২৯
The cloud laughed at the rainbow
saying that it was an upstart
gaudy in its emptiness.
The rainbow calmly answered,
“I am as inevitable as the sun himself.”
Let me not grope in vain in the dark
but keep my mind still in the faith
that the day will break
and truth will appear in the majesty
of its simplicity.
My mind has its true union with thee,
O sky,
at the window which is mine own,
and not in the open
where thou hast thy sole kingdom.
Vacancy in my life’s flute
waits for its music
like the primal darkness
before the stars came out.
