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" In the impenetrable night,
All the sorrows of the world,
All its sins and evils,
Its tears and cruelties,
Have risen in tumult, overflowing their banks
And blaspheming the skies.
Yet, O fearless, O sorrow-stricken one,
With the groanings of the earth resounding in your ears,
Accept the mad evil days with fortitude,
And with hope undimmed in your soul,
Hold on for the new shore.
- Poem 37 "
― Rabindranath Tagore ,