Fireflies 81 - 88 lyrics

81

The two separated shores mingle their voices

in a song of unfathomed tears.

82

As a river in the sea,

work finds its fulfillment

in the depth of leisure.

83

I lingered on my way

till thy cherry tree lost its blossom,

but the azalea brings to me,

my love, thy forgiveness.

84

Thy shy little pomegranate bud,

blushing to-day behind her veil,

will burst into a passionate flower

to-morrow when I am away.

85

The clumsiness of power spoils the key,

and uses the pickaxe.

86

Birth is from the mystery of night

into the greater mystery of day.

87

These paper boats of mine are meant to dance

on the ripples of hours,

and not to reach any destination.

88

Migratory songs wing from my heart

and seek their nests in your voice of love.

• Artist:Rabindranath Tagore