“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.”
– R . Tagore