It decks me only to mock me, this
jewelled chain of mine.
It bruises me when on my neck, it
strangles me when I struggle to tear
it off.
It grips my throat, it chokes my
singing.
Could I but offer it to your hand,
my Lord, I would be saved.
Take it from me, and in exchange
bind me to you with a garland, for I
am ashamed to stand before you with
this jewelled chain on my neck.
Rabindranath
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