Gitanjali - Bride:
- O you the last fulfilment of life, Death, my death, come and whisper to me!
Day after day I have kept watch for you;
for you have I borne the joys and pangs of life.
All that I am, that I have, that I hope and all my love have ever flowed towards you in depth of secrecy.
One final glance from your eyes and my life will be ever your own.
The flowers have been woven and the garland is ready for the bridegroom.
After the wedding the bride shall leave her home and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night.