The challenge for Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #52 Tagore’s “Last Curtain” is to distill a poem by Rabindranath Tagore into a haiku, which is then to be the base to create a troiku. Here is the Tagore poem to be distilled:

Last Curtain

I know that the day will come
when my sight of this earth shall be lost,
and life will take its leave in silence,
drawing the last curtain over my eyes.

Yet stars will watch at night,
and morning rise as before,
and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.

When I think of this end of my moments,
the barrier of the moments breaks
and I see by the light of death
thy world with its careless treasures.
Rare is its lowliest seat,
rare is its meanest of lives.

Things that I longed for in vain
and things that I got
—let them…