Gitanjali-93
I HAVE got my leave. Bid me farewell,
my brothers! I bow to you all and take
my departure.
Here I give back the keys of my
door-and I give tip all claims to my
house. I only ask for last kind words
from you.
We were neighbours for long. but I
received more than I could give. Now
the clay has dawned and the lamp that
lit my dark corner is out. A summons
has come and I am ready for my
journey.