Rabindaranath Tagores Poems III by Viswadeep Das - HTML preview

87. Consolation

I have no trust in my deeds.

I know the ocean of Time

With persistent waves slashing

Will erode it day by day.

I trust only myself.

Every day and every night

Filling that chalice

I have drunk the perennial nectar

Of the universe :

The love of every moment

Gathered at its bottom.

Its burden of suffering crushed none,

In its art

No dust has been soiled.

I know, when I leave

The theatre of existence,

The flowery woodlands from season to season

Will testify that I loved.

I loved this universe.

Gift of this birth,

This very love is true.

At the moment of my departure,

Untarnished, this truth shall disown death.

[ rogshajyay, "From the Sick-bed", No.26, 1940]