Gitanjali-91
OTHOU the last fulfilment of life. Death,
my death, come and whisper to me!
Day after day have I kept watch for
thee; for thee have I borne the joys
and pangs of life.
All that I am, that I have, that I
hope and all my love have ever flowed
towards thee in depth of secrecy. One
final glance from thine eyes and my
life will be ever thine own.
The flowers have been woven and
the garland is ready for the
bridegroom. After the wedding the
bride shall leave her home and meet
her lord alone in the solitude of night.