Gitanjali — Song 86
Gitanjali — Song 86
Rabindranath Tagore
Death, thy servant, is at my door. He has crossed the unknown sea and
brought thy call to my home.
The night is dark and my heart is fearful—yet I will take up the lamp,
open my gates and bow to him my welcome. It is thy messenger who stands
at my door.
I will worship him placing at his feet the treasure of my heart.
He will go back with his errand done, leaving a dark shadow on my
morning; and in my desolate home only my forlorn self will remain as my
last offering to thee.
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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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