Gitanjali 02: When thou commandest me to sing it seems that

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.