ar thairseach do chuid brionglóidí,
mé ag feitheamh is ag stánadh go ciúin ar do ghnúis
nuair a nochtann réalt na maidine ar dtús ag d'fhuinneog.
Mar a chéile, cois cladaigh,
an t-aiséiteach tumtha sa mhachnamh,
is é ag stánadh Soir -
a bhigil fhada caite aige in eacstais gan néal,
is é ag súil le breacadh an lae
á fholcadh.
Ólfadsa lem' dhá shúil
an chéad mheangadh
a bhláthóidh ar do liopaí leathoscailte
mar bhachlóg -
a mhian.
Rabindranath Tagore
Awaiting
In your sleep,
At the threshold of your dreams,
I wait and gaze silently on your face
As the morning star first appears at your window.
In the same way, by the seashore,
The ascetic plunged in meditation
Gazes towards the East -
His hours of vigil pass away in sleepless ecstasy,
As he looks forward to his immersion
In the first light of morning.
With mine eyes,
I shall drink the first smile
That blooms on your half-opened lips
Like a flower-bud -
This is my wish.
