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5月20日

If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it.

I will keep still and wait like the night with starry cigil and its head bent low with patience.

The morning will surely come, the darkness wiwll vanish ,

and thy voice pour down in golden streams breakong through the sky.

then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds` nests,

and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves

--------<<Gitanjali>>