Who is this self?

I came out alone on my way to my tryst.
But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?
I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.
He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger; he adds his loud voice to every word I utter.
He is my own little self, my Lord, he knows no shame; but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.
Tagore- Gitanjali
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