"What is there but the sky, o Sun, that can hold thine image?
I dream of thee, but to serve thee I can never hope", the dew drop wept and said:
"I am too small to take thee unto me, great Lord, and my life is all tears."
"I illumine the limitless sky, yet I can yield myself up to a tiny drop of dew"
thus the Sun said. "I shall become but a sparkle of light and fill you,
and your little life will be a laughing orb."
(Rabindranath Tagore)