He came and sat by my side but I woke not.
What a cursed sleep it was,
O miserable me!
He came when the night was still;
He had his harp in his hands,
And my dreams became resonant with its melodies.
Alas, why are my nights all thus lost?
Ah, why do I ever miss his sight
Whose breath touches my sleep?
Gitanjali - Verse 26
Rabindranath Tagore
What a cursed sleep it was,
O miserable me!
He came when the night was still;
He had his harp in his hands,
And my dreams became resonant with its melodies.
Alas, why are my nights all thus lost?
Ah, why do I ever miss his sight
Whose breath touches my sleep?
Gitanjali - Verse 26
Rabindranath Tagore
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