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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.

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From: GITANJALI – ‘Song Offerings’



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