Gitanjali — Song 99
Gitanjali — Song 99
Rabindranath Tagore
When I give up the helm I know that the time has come for thee to take
it. What there is to do will be instantly done. Vain is this struggle.
Then take away your hands and silently put up with your defeat, my
heart, and think it your good fortune to sit perfectly still where you
are placed.
These my lamps are blown out at every little puff of wind, and trying
to light them I forget all else again and again.
But I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark, spreading my mat on
the floor; and whenever it is thy pleasure, my lord, come silently and
take thy seat here.
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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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