Gitanjali 86
Death, thy servant, is at my door. He has crossed the unknown sea andbrought thy call to my home.
The night is dark and my heart is fearful—yet I will take up the lamp,open my gates and bow to him my welcome. It is thy messenger who standsat my door.
I will worship him placing at his feet the treasure of my heart.
He will go back with his errand done, leaving a dark shadow on mymorning; and in my desolate home only my forlorn self will remain as mylast offering to thee.
Words in this poem
- forlorn a.
- Deserted abandoned; lost. [OE., p.p. of forlesen to lose utterly, AS. forleósan (p.p. forloren); pref. for- + leósan (in comp.) to lose; cf. D. verliezen to lose, G. verlieren, Sw. förlor]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Gitanjali 86 is in the public domain. This text is taken from Gitanjali (Song Offerings), a collection of prose translations made by the author from the original Bengali, with an introduction by W. B. Yeats (India Society, London, 1912), Project Gutenberg ebook #7164; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
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