Gitanjali 95

I was not aware of the moment when

I first crossed the threshold of this life. 

    What was the power that made me 

open out into this vast mystery like a

bud in the forest at midnight!

    When in the morning I looked upon 

the light I felt in a moment that I was 

no stranger in this world, that the in-

scrutable without name and form had 

taken me in its arms in the form of my

own mother.

    Even so, in death the same unknown

will appear as ever known to me. And 

because I love this life, I know I shall 

love death as well.

   The child cries out when from the 

right breast the mother takes it away, 

in the very next moment to find in the 

left one its consolation.