by Rabindranath Tagore (1861–1941)
Have you not heard his silent steps?
He comes, comes, ever comes.
Every moment and every age,
every day and every night,
he comes. comes, ever comes.
Have you not heard that secret from the river,
the endless rumor that it sings?
Have you not seen the glimmering messenger
pass from your door through the darkness of night?