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.