I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times,
In life after life, in age after age forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and re-made the necklace of songs
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms
I life after life, in age after age forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being aprt or together,
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.......
RABINDRANATH TAGORE (1861-1941)
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