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!