In the rice-field can be seen today a hide and seek game
between sunlight and shade-
Who has floated the vessel of white clouds in the blue sky?
Today the bee forgets to drink the honey,
it flies all around prompted by the light.
The lover-birds today play at the river's sand-bar.
I'll not go home today, brother, not go home today.
We shall force the sky downward and plunder whatever 
we can get outdoors.
On the tide-water floats the expanding foam laughing with the wind,
Today the whole morning will be spent
playing the flute without any prompting.
	--from Selected Songs of Rabindranath Tagore, translated by Abu Rushd