My desires are many and my cry is pitiful.

[Guest guest]

My desires are many and my cry is pitiful,

but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals;

and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and

through.

 

Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple,

great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked---this sky and the light,

this body and the

life and the mind---saving me from perils of overmuch desire.

 

There are times when I languidly linger

and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal;

but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me.

 

Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by

refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain

desire.

 

Tagore.