I read the verses of Rabindranath Tagore (No. 5 of his Gitanjali).
In these days of huge work pressure, I could not help but
indulge in a dream with my love and forget
my work.... there can be no other respite from the hardship, me thinks, other
than singing my heart's content to my beloved(!)


I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor
respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea
of toil.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and
murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of
the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of live in this silent and overflowing leisure.