On a rainy day when the wind gets wild
My untamed mind wakes up.
Outside the realm of the known, where no path can be found
There goes my mind on its own.
Will it ever go home-ward now.
No, no it will not go there-
All the impediments are gone.
The evening is rain-intoxicated, which god's disciple I am,
They dance around my mind enmeshes the votaries
all the votaries.
I ask what I shouldn't ask for
Once cannot get what cannot be got
Won't get, won't get,
I vainly lay myself at the feel of the impossible.
	--from Selected Songs of Rabindranath Tagore, translated by Abu Rushd