By: Rabindranath Tagore
They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end to their wrangling.
Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child, unflickering and pure,
and, delight them into silence.
They are cruel in their greed and their envy, their words are like hidden knives thirsting
for blood.
Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child, and let your gently eyes fall upon
them like the forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.
Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the meaning of all thing; let them love
each other.
Come and take seat in the bosom of the limitless, my child. At sunrise and raise your heart
like a blossoming flower, and at sunset bend your head and in silence complete the
worship of the day.
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