I run as a musk-deer ...by Rabindranath Tagore

I run as a musk-deer runs
in the shadow of the forest
mad with his own perfume.

The night is the night of mid-May,
the breeze is the breeze of the south.

I lose my way and I wander,
I seek what I cannot get,
I get what I do not seek.

From my heart comes out and dances
the image of my own desire.

The gleaming vision flits on.
I try to clasp it firmly,
it eludes me and leads me astray.

I seek what I cannot get,
I get what I do not seek.

~ Rabindranath Tagore