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61

TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend.

It loses its wreath of foam

when poured into that of others.

62

THE Perfect decks itself in

for the love of the Imperfect.

63

GOD says to man,

 “I heal you therefore I hurt,

love you therefore punish.”

64

THANK the flame for its light,

 but do not forget the lampholder

standing in the shade with constancy of patience.

65

TINY grass,

your steps are small,

but you possess the earth under your tread.

66

THE infant flower opens its bud and cries,

 “Dear World, please do not fade.”

67

GOD grows weary of great kingdoms,

but never of little flowers.

68

WRONG cannot afford defeat

but Right can.

69

“I GIVE my whole water in joy,

” sings the waterfall,

“though little of it is enough for the thirsty.”

70

WHERE is the fountain

that throws up these flowers

in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy?

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From: Stray Birds

By Rabindranath Tagore

[translated from Bengali to English by the author]

New York: The Macmillan Company, 1916