தாமரை மலர்ந்த பொழுது...

 

On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.

Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind. That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that it was the eager  breath of the summer seeking for its completion.

I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this
perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.

மேலே நீங்க படிச்சது சத்தியமா நான் எழுதினது இல்ல. :-)
ரபீந்திர நாத் தாகூரின் கீதாஞ்சலியில் இருந்து எனக்கு பிடித்த ஒரு வசனக் கவிதை.  :-)