gitanjali

WHEN the heart is hard and parched
up, come upon me with a shower of
mercy.

When grace is lost from life, come with
a burst of song.

When tumultuous work raises its
din on all sides shutting me out from
beyond, come to me, my lord of
silence, with thy peace and rest.

When my beggarly heart sits
crouched, shut up in ,a corner, break
open the door, my king, and come
with the ceremony of a king.

When desire blinds the mind with
delusion and dust, 0 thou holy one,
thou wakeful, come with thy light and
thy thunder.