Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls
For thy neck with my tears of sorrow.
The stars have wrought their anklets
Of light to deck thy feet,
But mine will hang upon thy breast.
Wealth and fame come from thee
And it is for thee to give or withold them.
But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own,
And when I bring it to thee,
As my offering thou rewardest me
With thy grace.
- Rabindranath Tagore (Gitanjali Verse 83)
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