Gitanjali — Song 28
Gitanjali — Song 28
Rabindranath Tagore
Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break
them.
Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed.
I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my
best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that
fills my room.
The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet
hug it in love.
My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet
when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be
granted.
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Complete 103-poem English Gitanjali, translated by the author and published in 1912. · Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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