Shot early in the morning before sunrise.
The same stream of life that runs through my veins
Night and day runs through the world
And dances in rhythmic measure
It is the same life that shoots in joy
Through the dusts of the earth into numberless blades of grass
And brakes into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean cradle
Of birth and death
In ebb and in flow
I feel my limbs are made glorious
By the touch of this world of life
And my pride is from the life throb of ages
Dancing... in my blood...this moment.
-- Rabindranath Tagore