"Peace, my heart"
di Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)

Peace, my heart,
let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death
but completeness. Let love melt into memory
and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end
in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle
like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End,
for a moment,
and say your last words in silence. I bow to you
and hold up my lamp
to light you on your way.