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Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

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The Gardener, 61; translated from Bengali by the author (1915 edition); Complete public-domain lyric61 read and retained as one selection. Title page explicitly credits the author’s translation. Poetic farewell and transformation of love into memory; not a clinical claim about grief. Prose-line wrap
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The Gardener, 61; translated from Bengali by the author (1915 edition)
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  • gutenberg.orgChecked using manual, 20 October 2026The Gardener, 61; translated from Bengali by the author (1915 edition); Complete public-domain lyric61 read and retained as one selection. Title page explicitly credits the author’s translation. Poetic farewell and transformation of love into memory; not a clinical claim about grief. Prose-line wrap

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