Gitanjali: 15

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.

टिप्पणियाँ

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