As a woman the creator is stealing
From all his creation
All his own beauty and charm
Like him she is beautiful
Her joy is in her love
As the creeper blossoms in flowers
The river dances in waves
The nature is bounteous
The clouds give rains
And like a mother
The stream feeds the earth with milk
Lusting for joy, the ultimate one
Divides himself in two
To enjoy the myriad feelings
And colour, scent and sound
That are born at their meeting
You came for a while to me, my love,
And disclosed this mystery.
Translation of the sonnet Ramani from the collection Smaran by Rabindranath Tagore written on 1st of Magh, 1309 BS at Santiniketan in memory of his wife.
