I am here to sing thee songs

I am here to sing thee songs.
In this hall of thine, I have a corner seat.

In thy world I have no work to do;
My useless life can only break out
In tunes without a purpose.

When the hour strikes for thy silent worship
At dark temple of midnight,
Command me, my master,
To stand before thee to sing.

When in the morning air
The golden harp is tuned, honor me,
Commanding my presence.

Verse 15, Gitanjali,
Rabindranath Tagore.