The Essential Works of Tagore. Rabindranath Tagore

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      And in the still hour of stars died the light of the last lamp of worship at the foot of the shrine.

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      The day that stands between you and me makes her last bow of farewell.

      The night draws her veil over her face, and hides the one lamp burning in my chamber.

      Your dark servant comes noiselessly and spreads the bridal carpet for you to take your seat there alone with me in the wordless silence till night is done.

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      My night has passed on the bed of sorrow, and my eyes are tired. My heavy heart is not yet ready to meet morning with its crowded joys.

      Draw a veil over this naked light, beckon aside from me this glaring flash and dance of life.

      Let the mantle of tender darkness cover me in its folds, and cover my pain awhile from the pressure of the world.

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      The time is past when I could repay her for all that I received.

      Her night has found its morning and thou hast taken her to thy arms: and to thee I bring my gratitude and my gifts that were for her.

      For all hurts and offences to her I come to thee for forgiveness.

      I offer to thy service those flowers of my love that remained in bud when she waited for them to open.

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      I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in her box—a few small toys for her memory to play with.

      With a timorous heart she tried to steal these trifles from time's turbulent stream, and said, "These are mine only!"

      Ah, there is no one now to claim them, who can pay their price with loving care, yet here they are still.

      Surely there is love in this world to save her from utter loss, even like this love of hers that saved these letters with such fond care.

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      Bring beauty and order into my forlorn life, woman, as you brought them into my house when you lived.

      Sweep away the dusty fragments of the hours, fill the empty jars, and mend all that has been neglected.

      Then open the inner door of the shrine, light the candle, and let us meet there in silence before our God.

XLIX

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      The pain was great when the strings were being tuned, my Master!

      Begin your music, and let me forget the pain; let me feel in beauty what you had in your mind through those pitiless days.

      The waning night lingers at my doors, let her take her leave in songs.

      Pour your heart into my life strings, my Master, in tunes that descend from your stars.

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      In the lightning flash of a moment I have seen the immensity of your creation in my life—creation through many a death from world to world.

      I weep at my unworthiness when I see my life in the hands of the unmeaning hours,—but when I see it in your hands I know it is too precious to be squandered among shadows.

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      I know that at the dim end of some day the sun will bid me its farewell.

      Shepherds will play their pipes beneath the banyan trees, and cattle graze on the slope by the river, while my days will pass into the dark.

      This is my prayer, that I may know before I leave why the earth called me to her arms.

      Why her night's silence spoke to me of stars, and her daylight kissed my thoughts into flower.

      Before I go may I linger over my last refrain, completing its music, may the lamp be lit to see your face and the wreath woven to crown you.

LII

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      What music is that in whose measure the world is rocked?

      We laugh when it beats upon the crest of life, we shrink in terror when it returns into the dark.

      But the play is the same that comes and goes with the rhythm of the endless music.

      You hide your treasure in the palm of your hand, and we cry that we are robbed.

      But open and shut your palm as you will, the gain and the loss are the same.

      At the game you play with your own self you lose and win at once.

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      I have kissed this world with my eyes and my limbs; I have wrapt it within my heart in numberless folds; I have flooded its days and nights with thoughts till the world and my life have grown one,—and I love my life because I love the light of the sky so enwoven with me.

      If to leave this world be as real as to love it—then there must be a meaning in the meeting and the parting of life.

      If that love were deceived in death, then the canker of this deceit would eat into all things, and the stars would shrivel and grow black.

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