Strong Mercy

Strong Mercy

by Rabindranath Tagore

Strong Mercy

My desires are many and my cry is pitiful,
but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals;
and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.

Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple,
great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked---this sky and the light, this body and the
life and the mind---saving me from perils of overmuch desire.

There are times when I languidly linger
and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal;
but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me.

Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by
refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.

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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,

Strong Mercy
My desires are many and my cry is pitiful,
but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals;

The night is black and the forest has no end;
a million people thread it in a million ways.
We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but where

When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on …
and why flowers are painted in tints

I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn
uselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-gloriou …
Thy touch has not yet melted my vapor,

"Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I …
Sword in hand, the King came in his chariot.
He held my hand and said, "I will hire you w...

I know that the day will come
when my sight of this earth shall be lost,
and life will take its leave in silence,

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time.
But it is never lost, my lord.
Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine ow

In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.

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