By all means they try to hold me secure who love me in this
world. But it is otherwise with thy love which is greater than
theirs, and thou keepest me free.
Lest I forget them they never venture to leave me alone. But day
passes by after day and thou art not seen.
If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart,
thy love for me still waits for my love.
When it was day they came into my house and said, ‘We shall only
take the smallest room here.’
They said, ‘We shall help you in the worship of your God and
humbly accept only our own share in his grace’; and then they
took their seat in a corner and they sat quiet and meek.
But in the darkness of night I find they break into my sacred
shrine, strong and turbulent, and snatch with unholy greed the
offerings from God’s altar.
Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my
all.
Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee
on every side, and come to thee in everything, and offer to thee
my love every moment.
Let only that little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee.
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.
From: GITANJALI – ‘Song Offerings’
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