Tagore - Gitanjah
Tagore won the Nobel Prize in literature in 1913. Gitanjali (part Two) 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 the far-spreading wing... Sign in to see full entry.