Rabinadrath Tagore
Who is This?
I came out alone on my way to my tryst.
But who is this that follows me in the silent
dark?
I move aside to avoid his presence but I
escape him not.
He makes the dust rise from the earth with his
swagger;
he adds his loud voice to every word that I
utter.
He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no
shame;
but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his
company.
Friend
Art thou abroad on this stormy night
on thy journey of love, my friend?
The sky groans like one in despair.
I have no sleep tonight.
Ever and again I open my door and look out on
the darkness, my friend!
I can see nothing before me.
I wonder where lies thy path!
By what dim shore of the ink-black river,
by what far edge of the frowning forest,
through what mazy depth of gloom art thou
threading
thy course to come to me, my friend?
Give Me Strength
This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike,
strike at the root of penury in my heart.
Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys
and sorrows.
Give me the strength to make my love fruitful
in service.
Give me the strength never to disown the poor
or bend my knees before insolent might.
Give me the strength to raise my mind high
above daily trifles.
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