Gitanjali-29
HE whom I enclose with my name is
weeping in this dungeon. I am ever
busy building this wall all around; and
as this wall goes up into the sky day
by day I lose sight of my true being in its
dark shadow.
I take pride in this great wall, and
I plaster it with dust and sand lest a
least hole should be left in this name;
and for all the care I take I lose sight
of my true being.