When thou commandest me to sing
It seems that my heart would break with pride;
And I look to thy face,
And tears come to my eyes.
All that his harsh and dissonant in my life
Melts into one sweet harmony
And my adoration spreads wings like
A glad bird on its flight across the sea.
I know thou takest pleasure in my singing.
I know that only as a singer
I come before thy presence.
I touch by the edge of far spreading win of my song
Thy feet which I could never aspire to reach.
Drunk with the joy of singing
I forget myself and call thee friend
Who art my Lord.
- Rabindranath Tagore. (Gitanjali Verse 02)
It seems that my heart would break with pride;
And I look to thy face,
And tears come to my eyes.
All that his harsh and dissonant in my life
Melts into one sweet harmony
And my adoration spreads wings like
A glad bird on its flight across the sea.
I know thou takest pleasure in my singing.
I know that only as a singer
I come before thy presence.
I touch by the edge of far spreading win of my song
Thy feet which I could never aspire to reach.
Drunk with the joy of singing
I forget myself and call thee friend
Who art my Lord.
- Rabindranath Tagore. (Gitanjali Verse 02)
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