Wednesday, June 1, 2016

My Love, Come Silently

These my lamps are blown out at every little puff of wind,
and trying to light them I forget 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.

---By Rabindranath Tagore

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