Song Offerings -- XXVIII
Obstinate are the trammels,
but my heart aches when I try to break them.
Freedom is all I want,
but to hope for it I feel ashamed.
I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee,
and that thou art my best friend,
but I have not the heart
to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room.
The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death;
I hate it, yet hug it in love.
My debts are large, my failures great,
my shame secret and heavy;
yet when I come to ask for my good,
I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.
Rabindranath Tagore
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