Gitanjali 99

When I give up the helm I know that 

the time has come for thee to take it. 

What there is to do will be instantly 

done. Vain is this struggle.

   Then take away your hands and

silently put up with your defeat, my 

heart, and think it your good fortune

to sit perfectly still where you are

placed.

   These my lamps are blown out at

every little puff of wind, and trying to 

light them I forget all else again and 

again.

   But I shall be wise this time and wait

in the dark, spreading my mat on the 

floor; and whenever it is thy pleasure,

my lord, come silently and take thy seat here.