Geetanjali

Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them.

Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed.

I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend,

But I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room.

The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death;

I hate it, yet hug it in love.

My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy;

Yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.


-- Rabindranath Tagore