Gitanjali by Rabindra Nath Tagore

Serial Number of the song : 22

In the deep shadows of the rainy July,
with secret steps, thou walkest,
silent as night, eluding all watchers.
To-day the morning has closed its eyes, headless of
the insistent calls of the loud east wind,
and a thick veil has been drawn over
the ever-wakeful blue sky.
The woodlands have hushed their songs,
and doors are all shut at every house.
Thou art the solitary wayfarer in this deserted street.
Oh my only friend, my best beloved,
the gates are open in my house
--- do not pass by like a dream.