Gitanjali - Words:
If you speak not I will fill my heart with your silence and endure it.
I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience.
The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and your voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.
Then your words will take wing in songs from every one of my bird's nests, and your melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.