Rabindranath Tagore

Freedom is all I want

The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love

Deliverance is not for me in renunciation

thousand bonds of delight

The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.

Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is carried out in my life—and that is the fetter of thy love.

let me not forget for a moment, let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours

let me not forget for a moment, let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours

me ever feel that the long journey is still before me—

Time is endless in thy hands, my lord