পাতা:Original manuscript of Gitanjali - Rabindranath Tagore - Rothenstein collection.pdf/১১৯

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 Light, my light, the would-filling light, the eye-kissing, heart-sweetening light! Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the centre of my life; the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild ― laughter passes over the earth.

 The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light. The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it seatters gems in profusion, Mirth spread from leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness without measure. The heaven’s has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is all abroad.