Gitanjali-94
AT this time of my parting, wish me
good luck, my friends! The sky is
flushed with the dawn and my path
lies beautiful.
Ask not what I have with me to
take there. I start on my journey with
empty hands and expectant heart.
I shall put on my wedding garland.
Mine is not the red-brown dress of
the traveller, and though there are
dangers on the way I have no fear in
my mind.
The evening star will come out
when my voyage is done and the
plaintive notes of the twilight
melodies be struck up from the King's
gateway.