Gitanjali-98
I WILL deck thee with trophies,
garlands of my defeat. It is never in
my power to escape unconquered.
I surely know my pride will go to
the wall, my life will burst its bonds in
exceeding pain, and my empty heart
will sob out- in music like a hollow
reed, and the stone will melt in tears.
I surely know the hundred petals
of a lotus will not remain closed for
ever and the secret recess of its
honey will be bared.
From the blue sky an eye shall gaze
upon me and summon me in silence.
Nothing will be left for me, nothing
whatever, and utter death shall I
receive at thy feet.