Gitanjali — Song 15
Gitanjali — Song 15
Rabindranath Tagore
I am here to sing thee songs. In this hall of thine I have a corner
seat.
In thy world I have no work to do; my useless life can only break out
in tunes without a purpose.
When the hour strikes for thy silent worship at the dark temple of
midnight, command me, my master, to stand before thee to sing.
When in the morning air the golden harp is tuned, honour me, commanding
my presence.
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Complete 103-poem English Gitanjali, translated by the author and published in 1912. · Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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