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Tuesday, January 7, 2020

From Tagore's Gitanjali (6)


Pluck me this moment
And delay no longer
Let me not lie in the dust forlorn
Let me be part of
The garland you’ll put on
My fate, I keep hoping,
Is to be picked by you alone!
Extract me, pluck me out,
Remove me from all doubt!

Who knows when day will end?
Who knows when night will fall?
Who knows when the time to pray,
And call upon you, may slip away?
Take me, whatever colors I gather,
Choose me, whatever scent I put on,
Make me part of your prayer offerings
Let me serve you any way I can,
Extract me, pluck me out,
Remove me from all doubt!

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