Do not go, my love..

Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.
I have watched all night,
and now my eyes are heavy with sleep
I fear lest I lose you when Iam sleeping.

Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.
I start up and stretch my hands to touch you.
I ask myself, "Is it a dream?"
Could I but entangle your feet
with my heart and hold them
fast my breast!
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.

-- Rabindranath Tagore (From 'The Gardener')