Gitanjali 94
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Rabindranath Tagore
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At this time of my parting, wish me
good luck, my friends! The sky is
flushed with the dawn and my path lies
beautiful.
Ask not what I have with me to take
there. I start on my journey with
empty hands and expectant heart.
I shall put on my wedding garland.
Mine is not the red-brown dress of the
traveller, and though there are dangers
on the way I have no fear in my mind.
The evening star will come out when
my voyage is done and the plaintive
notes of the twilight melodies be struck
up from the King's gateway.
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