Not for me is the love that knows no restraint, but like thefoaming wine that having burst its vessel in a moment would runto waste. Send me the love which is cool and pure like your rain thatblesses the thirsty earth and fills the homely earthen jars. Send me the love that would soak down into the centre of being,and from there would spread like the unseen sap through thebranching tree of life, giving birth to fruits and flowers. Send me the love that keeps the heart still with the fulness ofpeace.

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Creator: Rabindranath Tagore
Nationality / cultural background: Indian · Bengali
Work / edition: 1916

Translation: Rabindranath Tagore · English

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In the source: 63

Selected for the Brief on 23 Sep 2026. This date records our selection, rather than when the work was created.