Gitanjali 28: Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches

Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break

them.

Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed.

I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my

best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that

fills my room.

The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet

hug it in love.

My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet

when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be

granted.