It is time for me to go,
mother; I am going.
When in the morning
I went to the shore to bathe,
I found thy little boat waiting
and the water rising high.
Now the time has come, mother,
to leave the house
and go on my voyage.
Only what I leave behind
I leave for thee.
Do not weep for me,
for I am not lost to thee.
Between home and the open sea;
that is where I stand.
—Rabindranath Tagore