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Embracing the power of faith from "summary" of Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore Gitanjali: Collection of Tagore Poems by Rabindranath Tagore

When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with a shower of mercy. When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song. When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest. When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a king. When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one, thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder. The child who is decked with prince's robes and who has jeweled chains round his neck loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at every step. In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps himself from the world and is afraid even to move. Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keeps one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it makes one’s life a lie, if it be the price of the moment’s vanity. Therefore, from thy unending treasure, woven with the light of the setting suns, let him take the last pleasure. When the feast is ended and the lamp is out, let the last end be the best of all. Let him take the last gift. Let him carry away with him the blessing of the burden. Let him take the last blessing. The day is no more, the shadow is upon the earth. It is time that I go to the stream to fill my pitcher. The evening air is eager with the sad music of the water. Ah, it calls me out into the dusk. In the lonely lane there is no passer-by, the wind is up, the ripples are rampant in the river.
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    Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore Gitanjali: Collection of Tagore Poems

    Rabindranath Tagore

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