It is your beginning, this is my end-
You and I together make this current.
Your lamp burns, you've a companion at home
For me it is night, for me it is the star.
Yours is the shore, mine the water-
You remain sitting, I go on wandering.
Your hand can hold, mine knows decay-
Your mind knows fear, mine is above it.
 	--from Selected Songs of Rabindranath Tagore, translated by Abu Rushd