When Thou Commandest Me to Sing
Song- 2
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 dissonants in my life melts into one sweet harmony - and my aboration spraeds 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.
Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore
Song-1 ( Thou Hast Made Me Endless)
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