The Flood of Joy Is Abroad
Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-
kissing light, 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
scatters gems in profusion.
Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling, and
gladness without measure.
The heaven’s river has drowned its banks and the
flood of joy is abroad.
Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali.