Gitanjali-83
MOTHER, I shall weave a chain of pearls
for thy neck with my tears of sorrow.
The stars have wrought their
anklets of light to deck thy feet, but
mine will hang upon thy breast.
Wealth and fame come from thee
and it is for thee to give or to
withhold them. But this my sorrow is
absolutely mine own, and when I
bring it to thee as my offering thou
rewardest me with thy grace.