Gitanjali - Singing:
- When you command me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride;
and I look to your 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 you take pleasure in my singing.
I know that only as a singer I come before your presence.
I touch by the edge of the far-spreading wing of my song your feet which I could never aspire to reach.
Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call you friend who are my lord.