When I give up the helm <br />I know that the time has come for thee to take it. <br />What there is to do will be instantly done. <br />Vain is this struggle. <br /> <br />Then take away your hands <br />and silently put up with your defeat, my heart, <br />and think it your good fortune to sit perfectly still <br />where you are placed. <br /> <br />These my lamps are blown out at every little puff of wind, <br />and trying to light them I forget all else again and again. <br /> <br />But I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark, <br />spreading my mat on the floor; <br />and whenever it is thy pleasure, my lord, <br />come silently and take thy seat here.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-heart/
