When the rains came
In the darkness and the dead of night
I was in the depths of sleep.
All over the skies
Rain clouds were rumbling
Like drunken guys
And debouching a flood.
Out came the dreamer in me
And found a company
As if from another world.
Beyond the bounds of this body
Lost in the agitated woodlands
He got mixed up
With sweet scented flowers in the bower
Thoroughly drenched
And dancing to the rhythms of wild winds
Along the serpentine paths
Made by the lightning.
Translation of the song of the rains - 'Jakhan bristi namlo' by Rabindranath Tagore.
