Rabindranath Tagore
It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout
The world and gives birth to shapes innumerable
In the infinite sky.
It is this sorrow of separation that gazes
In silence all nights from star to star
And becomes lyric among rustling leaves
In rainy darkness of July.
It is this overspreading pain that
Deepens into loves and desires,
Into sufferings and joy in human homes;
And this it is that ever melts and
Flows in songs through my poet's heart.