But sometimes I have longed for your touch in my heart too.
The weariness of my long journey, the thirst of a whole day
I never know how to overcome that, how to quence that -
All I can pray is to fill this emptiness of mine.
My heart is willing to share, not to receive only,
All that it has acquired in course of life.
So put forward your hand, place it on my palm
I'll hold thy hand, fulfill it and will keep it to myself.
And make my journey on this lonely way more wondrous.
(Translation of a song of Tagore. No 37 of Puja Section)
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