Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck
with my tears of sorrow.
The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet,
but mine will hang upon thy breast.
Wealth and fame come from thee
and it is for thee to give or to withhold them.
But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own,
and when I bring it to thee as my offering
thou rewardest me with thy grace.
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Comments1omg i just came across this poem "Chain of Pearls" by Rabindranath Tagore, it's sooo touching 😥 he talks about weaving a chain of pearls for his mother using tears of sorrow. And how wealth & fame r in her hands, but that his sorrow is his own gift to her. so touching rly ❤️