Gitanjali - Vanity:
- When I give up the helm I know that the time has come for you to take it.
What there is to do will be instantly done.
Vain is this struggle.
Then take away your hands and silently put up with your defeat, my heart, and think it is your good fortune to sit perfectly still where you are placed.
These my lamps are blown out at every little puff of wind, and trying to light them I forget all else again and again.
But I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark, spreading my mat on the floor;
and whenever it is your pleasure, my lord, come silently and take your seat here.