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 the
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.