Gitanjali 14: My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but

My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst thou save me

by hard refusals; and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life

through and through.

Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple, great gifts that

thou gavest to me unasked—this sky and the light, this body and the

life and the mind—saving me from perils of overmuch desire.

There are times when I languidly linger and times when I awaken and

hurry in search of my goal; but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before

me.

Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by refusing

me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.