Pure joy

My adoration spreads wings

 

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 is 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 the far-spreading wing 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

 

 

GITANJALI

Songofferings

by Rabindranath Tagore

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