Gitanjali - Mother:
- Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for your neck with my tears of sorrow.
The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck your feet, but mine will hang upon your breast.
Wealth and fame come from you and it is for you to give or to withhold them.
But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own, and when I bring it to you as my offering you reward me with your grace.