Gitanjali-90
ON the day when death will knock at
thy door what wilt thou offer to him?
Oh, I will set before my guest the
full vessel of my life- I will never let
him go with empty hands.
All the sweet vintage of all my
autumn days and summer nights, all
the earnings and gleanings of my busy
life will I place before him at the
close of my days when death will
knock at my door.