Gitanjali - Songs:
- I am here to sing your songs.
In this hall of yours I have a corner seat.
In your world I have no work to do;
my useless life can only break out in tunes without a purpose.
When the hour strikes for your silent worship at the dark temple of midnight, command me, my master, to stand before you to sing.
When in the morning air the golden harp is tuned, honour me, commanding my presence.