The Gardener (Tagore)/30
You are the evening cloud floating in the sky of my dreams.
I paint you and fashion you ever with my love longings.
You are my own, my own, Dweller in my endless dreams!
Your feet are rosy-red with the glow of your heart′s desire, Gleaner of my sunset songs!
Your lips are bitter-sweet with the taste of my wine of pain.
Your are my own, my own, Dweller in my lonesome dreams!
With the shadow of my passion have I darkened your eyes, Haunder of the depth of my gaze!
I have caught you and wrapt you, my love, in the net of my music.
You are my own, my own, Dweller in my deathless dreams!