Gitanjali-28
OBSTINATE are the trammels. but my
heart aches when I try to break them.
Freedom is all I want, but to hope
for it I feel ashamed.
I am certain that priceless wealth
is in thee, and that thou art my best
friend, but I have not the heart to
sweep away the tinsel that fills my
room.
The shroud that covers me is a
shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet
it in love.
My debts are large, my failures
great, my shame secret and heavy; yet
when I come to ask for my good, I
quake in fear lest my prayer be
granted.