When Day Is Done

If the day is done,
if birds sing no more,
if the wind has flagged tired,
then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,
even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep
and tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.

From the traveler,
whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended,
whose garment is torn and dust-laden,
whose strength is exhausted,
remove shame and poverty,
and renew his life like a flower under the cover of thy kindly night.

by Rabindranath Tagore

Comments (9)

nice and sad poem!
From: TaMaRa HaNaRiNg To: Isaac Maliya Date-Time: 8/3/2009 5: 15: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: The sad time... ---------- another beautiful poem.. it explains deeply the pain where it's intensity increase when compared to the pleasure's days...well expressed
Wonderful narration of Sadness.., it gives strength to one making one look at Sadness just subjectively! Thank you!
a great poem on human emotions i loved it 100+++
another fantastic poem isaac i expected nothing less. yout observations are correct happyness and sadness are very close in many aspects of life especially the relationships of human beings x x x 10/10
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