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.}