"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 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."

Rabindranath Tagore