(a re-translation from ‘Gitanjali‘ by Rabindranath Tagore)
When you command me to sing,
it seems my heart will 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 joy of singing I forget
myself and call you friend who are my lord.