Religion
Fruit-Gathering 24: The night is dark and your slumber is
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore (1916) · From Fruit-Gathering (1916)
The night is dark and your slumber is deep in the hush of my being.
Wake, O Pain of Love, for I know not how to open the door, and I stand outside.
The hours wait, the stars watch, the wind is still, the silence is heavy in my heart.
Wake, Love, wake! brim my empty cup, and with a breath of song ruffle the night.
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MLA
Tagore, Rabindranath. “Fruit-Gathering 24: The night is dark and your slumber is.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/537/.
Chicago
Tagore, Rabindranath. “Fruit-Gathering 24: The night is dark and your slumber is.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/537/.
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