Gitanjali 93

I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, 
my brothers! I bow to you all and
take my departure.
   Here I give back the keys of my
door-and I give up all claims to my 
house. I only ask for last kind words
from you.
    We were neighbours for long, but I
received more than I could give. Now 
the day has dawned and the lamp
that lit my dark corner is out. A 
summons has come and I am ready
for my journey.