When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon
with a shower of mercy.
When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of
When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides
me out from beyond, come to me, my lord of silence,
peace and rest..
When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a
break open the door, my kind, and come with the ceremony
When desire blinds the mind with delusion and
O thou holy one, thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder.
- Rabindranath Tagore ( Gitanjali, No.39)
The Writer by Bhabani Bhattacharya