If the day is done, if birds sing no more, if the wind
has flagged tired, then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me, even
as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep and
tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.
From the traveller, whose sack of provisions is empty
before thevoyage is ended, whose garment is torn and dustladen,
whose strength is exhausted, remove shame and poverty, and
renew his life like
a flower under the cover of thy kindly night.
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