Do not keep to yourself
the secret of your heart,
my friend.
Say it to me,
only to me, in secret.
You who smile so gently,
softly whisper,
my heart will hear it,
not my ears.
The night is deep,
the house is so silent,
the birds' nest are shrouded with sleep.
Speak to me through hesitating tears,
through faltering smiles,
through sweet shame and pain,
the secret of your heart!
Poetry by Tagore, translated by Gulzar
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