If the day is done,
If birds sing no more,
If the wind has flagged tired,
Then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,
Even as thou hast wrapt the Earth
With the coverlet of sleep
And tenderly closed the petals of drooping lotus at dusk.
From the traveller,
Whose sack of provisions is empty
Before the voyage ended,
Whose garment is torn and dust laden,
Whose strength is exhausted,
Remove shame and poverty,
And renew his life like a flower
Under the cover of thy kindly night.
If birds sing no more,
If the wind has flagged tired,
Then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,
Even as thou hast wrapt the Earth
With the coverlet of sleep
And tenderly closed the petals of drooping lotus at dusk.
From the traveller,
Whose sack of provisions is empty
Before the voyage ended,
Whose garment is torn and dust laden,
Whose strength is exhausted,
Remove shame and poverty,
And renew his life like a flower
Under the cover of thy kindly night.
- Verse 24, Gitanjali
Rabindranath Tagore
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