"THIS SONG of MINE....."

MY SONG by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) from  "Crescent Moon" collection 1913

Poet, writer, composer, philosopher, Nobel peace prize  for literature in 1913."because of his profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse he has made his poetic thought, in his own English words, a part of the literature of the West." (Poetry Foundation)  

This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child

like the fond arms of love.

This song of mine will touch our forehead

like a kiss of blessing.

When you are alone it will sit by your side

and whisper in your ear.

When you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness.

My song will be like a pair of wings to your dream.

It will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.

It will be the faithful star overhead

when the dark night is over your road.

My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,

and will carry your sight into the heart of things.

And when my voice is silent in death,

my song will speak 

in your living heart......

"I slept and dreamt that Life was joy. I awoke and saw that Life was service. I acted, and behold, service was joy..." -Rabindranath Tagore

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