In my house,with Thine own hands,light the lamp of Thy Love Thy transmuting lamp entrancing,wondrous are its rays change my darkness to Thy light,Lord,and my evil into good touch me but once and i will change all my clay into Thy gold all the sense lamps that i did light sooted into worries sitting at the door of my soul,light Thy resurrecting lamp Rabindranath Tagore