The Gardener Lxi: Peace, My Heart Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India

The Gardener Lxi: Peace, My Heart

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Peace, my heart, let the time for
the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain
into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end
in the folding of the wings over the
nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be
gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a
moment, and say your last words in
silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp
to light you on your way.

The Gardener Lxi: Peace, My Heart
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Suryendu Chaudhury 28 September 2020

It is the perception of not a human mind but a soul of spiritual realization that can translate the feelings of the ultimate hour in life into such sweet and profound words.

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ANN H 17 September 2018

Perfect poem for a friend's funeral

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 24 January 2015

Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore and his poems ever great.

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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India
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