Gitanjali - Music:
- I know not how you sing, my master!
I ever listen in silent amazement.
The light of your music illumines the world.
The life breath of your music runs from sky to sky.
The holy stream of your music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.
My heart longs to join in your song, but vainly struggles for a voice.
I would speak, but speech breaks not into song, and I cry out baffled.
Ah, you have made my heart captive in the endless meshes of your music, my master!