Religion
Fruit-Gathering 11: It decks me only to mock me
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore (1916) · From Fruit-Gathering (1916)
It decks me only to mock me, this jewelled chain of mine.
It bruises me when on my neck, it strangles me when I struggle to tear it off.
It grips my throat, it chokes my singing.
Could I but offer it to your hand, my Lord, I would be saved.
Take it from me, and in exchange bind me to you with a garland, for I am ashamed to stand before you with this jewelled chain on my neck.
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MLA
Tagore, Rabindranath. “Fruit-Gathering 11: It decks me only to mock me.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/524/.
Chicago
Tagore, Rabindranath. “Fruit-Gathering 11: It decks me only to mock me.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/524/.
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