Living Beyond Limits 
The joy ran from all the world to build my body.
The lights of the skies kissed and kissed her till she woke.
Flowers of hurrying summers sighed in her breath and voices of winds and water
sang in her movements.
The passion of the tide of colours in clouds and in forests flowed into her life,
and the music of all things caressed her limbs into shape.
She is my bride,–she has lighted her lamp in my house.
- Rabindranath Tagore
My Master has bid me while I stand at the roadside, to sing the song of Defeat, or that is the bride whom He woos in secret.
She has put on the dark veil, hiding her face from the crowd, but the jewel glows on her breast in the dark.
Touch me: it is softness of good satin, and when you open me, what an unexpected rose! Do you not remember some king’s black cloak under which a redness burned?
How can I wait until you come to me?
The once fleet mornings linger by the way,
Their sunny smiles touched with malicious glee
At my unrest; they seem to pause, and play
Like truant children, while I sigh and say,
How can I wait?
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