On the day when death will knock at
thy door what wilt thou offer to him?
Oh, I will set before my guest the
full vessel of my life-I will never let
him go with empty hands.
All the sweet vintage of all my
autumn days and summer nights, all
the earnings and gleanings of my busy
life will I place before him at the close
of my days when death will knock at
From Gitanjali (Macmillan and Co., Limited, 1913) by Rabindranath Tagore. This poem is in the public domain.