Gitanjali 91

O thou the last fulfilment of life, Death,

my death, come and whisper to me!

   Day after day have I kept watch for

thee; for thee have I borne the joys 

and pangs of life.

   All that I am, that I have, that I hope 

and all my love have ever flowed towards 

thee in depth of secrecy. One final 

glance from thine eyes and my life will 

be ever thine own.

   The flowers have been woven and the

garland is ready for the bridegroom. 

After the wedding the bride shall leave

her home and meet her lord alone in the 

solitude of night.

From Gitanjali (Macmillan and Co., Limited, 1913) by Rabindranath Tagore. This poem is in the public domain.