On the day when the lotus bloomed…

On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas,
my mind was straying, and I knew it not.
My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.

Only now and again a sadness fell upon me,
and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet
trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.

That vague sweetness made my heart ache with
longing and it seemed to me that it was the
eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.

I knew not then that it was so near, that it was
mine, and that this perfect sweetness had
blossomed in the depth of my own heart.

– Rabindranath Tagore