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Gitanjali 36

1861 –

1941

This is my prayer to thee, my lord—strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart. Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.
Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.
Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.
And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.

From Gitanjali (Macmillan and Company, 1916) by Rabindranath Tagore. This poem is in the public domain.

Born in 1861, Rabindranath Tagore received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913.

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I am here to sing thee songs. In this hall of thine I have a corner seat.

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My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals; and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.

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Gitanjali 13

The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.

I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.

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The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.

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