Rabindaranath Tagores Poems III by Viswadeep Das - HTML preview

97. Ultimate Gift

I am lost on this day of my birth,

All I want is : in the contact of the hands

Of those who are friends

With the ultimate liquor of tenderness or some

Carry off the final blessings of men.

My sack today is empty,

Having poured out whatsoever

I had to give.

In exchange if I receive anything -

Some affection or some forgiveness -

I shall take it with me

When I shall depart on the raft to get ashore,

In the ultimate speechless feast.

[ shesh lekha, "Last Writing", No.10, 1941]