Religion
Fruit-Gathering 74: My bonds are cut
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore (1916) · From Fruit-Gathering (1916)
Religion
My bonds are cut, my debts are paid, my door has been opened, I go everywhere.
They crouch in their corner and weave their web of pale hours, they count their coins sitting in the dust and call me back.
But my sword is forged, my armour is put on, my horse is eager to run.
I shall win my kingdom.
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MLA
Tagore, Rabindranath. “Fruit-Gathering 74: My bonds are cut.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/587/.
Chicago
Tagore, Rabindranath. “Fruit-Gathering 74: My bonds are cut.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tagore/587/.
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