If the day is done, if birds are done singing, if the wind is exhausted, then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me, even as you have wrapped the earth with the duvet of sleep and tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.
From the traveller, whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage has ended, whose garment is ripped and covered in dust, whose strength is exhausted, remove shame and poverty, and renew his life like a flower under the cover of your kind night.
— Gitanjali