Gitanjali 76
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Rabindranath Tagore
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Day after day, O lord of my life shall
I stand before thee face to face? With
folded hands, O lord of all worlds, shall
I stand before thee face to face?
Under thy great sky in solitude and
silence, with humble heart shall I stand
before thee face to face?
In this laborious world of thine,
tumultuous with toil and with struggle,
among hurrying crowds shall I stand
before thee face to face?
And when my work shall be done in
this world, O King of kings, alone and
speechless shall I stand before thee
face to face?
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