Gitanjali - Verse 14

My desires are many
And my cry is pitiful,
But ever didst thou save me
By hard refusals;
And this strong mercy
Has been wrought into my life
Through and through.

Day by day thou art making me worthy
Of the simple, great gifts
That thou gavest to me uasked -
This sky and the light,
This body and the life and the mind -
saving me from perils of overmuch desire.

There are times when I languidly linger
And times when I languidly linger
And times when I awaken and hurry
In search of my goal;
But cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me.

Day by day thou art
Making me worthy of thy full acceptance
By refusing me ever and anon,
Saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.
- Rabindranath Tagore (Geetanjali - Verse 14)