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
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.
From: GITANJALI – ‘Song Offerings’
Tagore Short Poems
Tagore Stray Birds