The moon's smile has forsaken all restraint, the light overflows.
O 'rajanigandha' pour out all your smell.
The agitated wind doesn't know in which direction to move-
Everyone looks lovely when it encompasses
the blossoming bower.
Today the blue sky's forehead is washed in sandal,
The coupled-swan of the eloquent wood have spread their wings.
With a plant from paradise, what does the moon spread
around the world.
What honeymoon- light from heaven is lit up here.
	--from Selected Songs of Rabindranath Tagore, translated by Abu Rushd