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.

Rabindranath Tagore

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