My Worship of Sorrow - Original By Rabindranath Tagore

My worship of sorrow is not yet over; I shall lit up all the lamps of my sorrow At the end of the day for my last prayer. When birds return to the nest In the shadow of the evening, When the bell of evening worship is rung in the evening Then this life will lit up its last flame-offer And my worship of sorrow will be over. So many words of my so many days So many yearnings in so many ways My mind is full of these things now-a-days! When in the sacrificial fire They will burn like the stars And they will rush towards the sky ignoring barriers Then my arrangement will match sunset’s color And my worship of sorrow will be over.