Two pairs of lips
Seem to whisper into each others ears
They seem to suck each others heart
Two loves
Leaving their homes
For an unknown land
Seem to have met
At the confluence of their lips
Two waves
Rising in the tides of love
Break and meet
At the beach of lips
Two passions
Asking each other
Have met at the bodys limit
Its song
Love seems to write
In tender words
On layers of kisses
Plucking flowers of love
From these pairs of lips
They will go home
To string into a garland
How sweet is this meeting
On a bridal bed
Of color and fun!
The Kiss --- English Translation
written byRabindranath Tagore
© Rabindranath Tagore