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.