When the heart is hard and parched up
Come upon me with a shower of mercy ,
When grace is lost from life
Come with a burst of song .
When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides
Shutting me out from beyond ,
Come to me ,my lord of silence,
With thy peace and rest .
When my beggarly heart sits crouched ,shut up in a corner ,break open the door ,my king ,and come with the ceremony of a king .
When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust ,O thou holy one ,thou wakeful ,come with thy light and thy thunder .
Gitanjali ,39
(This beautiful poem by Tagore has been very close to my heart ever since l found it .A constant companion ,it has helped me maintain my faith in the all embracing benevolence of the supreme power that manifests itself in varied forms ,ranging from soft showers to threatening thunderbolts , appearing in accordance with the need and situation .)
Come upon me with a shower of mercy ,
When grace is lost from life
Come with a burst of song .
When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides
Shutting me out from beyond ,
Come to me ,my lord of silence,
With thy peace and rest .
When my beggarly heart sits crouched ,shut up in a corner ,break open the door ,my king ,and come with the ceremony of a king .
When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust ,O thou holy one ,thou wakeful ,come with thy light and thy thunder .
Gitanjali ,39
(This beautiful poem by Tagore has been very close to my heart ever since l found it .A constant companion ,it has helped me maintain my faith in the all embracing benevolence of the supreme power that manifests itself in varied forms ,ranging from soft showers to threatening thunderbolts , appearing in accordance with the need and situation .)
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