Gitanjali 26: He came and sat by my side but I woke not. Wha

He came and sat by my side but I woke not. What a cursed sleep it was,

O miserable me!

He came when the night was still; he had his harp in his hands, and my

dreams became resonant with its melodies.

Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight

whose breath touches my sleep?