Gitanjali-99
WHEN I give up the helm I know that
the time has come for thee to take it.
What there is to do will be instantly
done. Vain is this struggle.
Then take away your hands and
silently put up with your defeat, my
heart, and think it your good fortune
to sit perfectly still where you are
placed.
These my lamps are blown out at
every little puff of wind, and trying to
light them I fog get all else again and
again.
But I shall be wise this time and
wait in the dark, spreading my mat on
the floor; and whenever it is thy
pleasure, my lord, come silently and
take thy seat here.