As my own eyes filled with tears when rained sorrow's shower
The friend's chariot stopped before the door of my heart.
Filled is the cup of the united couple with sorrow and seperation.
I offered the cup to him, I've no more regrets, no more regrets.
Long-eluding hope is now resurgent in my heart,
In the twinkling of an eye was satisfied
my longing for his touch.
Now I realize for whom I had wept for so long.
Glorious this resurgence, glorious this weeping,
glorious, glorious.
	--from Selected Songs of Rabindranath Tagore, translated by Abu Rushd