Sickbed 27
Open the door,
let the blue sky span wide,
let inquisitive scents of pedals enter my room,
let the first sunlight
seep through the veins of my body.
In the rustling of leaves let me hear
Words that greet my being alive.
Let this morning
cover my mind with its shawl
as it shelters the new grass of the dark field.
All the love I received –
its wordlessness
I hear in the sky, in the wind.
Today I bath in its ceremony, its sacred waters.
The truth of a whole life as a gemmed garland
I see on the breast of blue.
28 November 1940 (morning)
-book, Rabindranath Tagore: Final Poems, Page 15