Thursday, 2 June 2011

I quake in fear lest my prayer be 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;
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.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

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