Fragment, Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali, 2.2

Audio reading available here (music by Ali Richardson). See here for other selections in the near future.

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.

—Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali 2.2

Tagore at Shantiniketan

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