By Rabindranath Tagore
This flame of melody that You have set inside my heart,
That flame has pervaded all through-and-through.
Dances that flame while keeping the beats
From branch to branch upon worn out trees :
Whom does it invoke in the sky
With the elated hands ?
The stars stare dumb-founded in the dark,
Maddened a wind rises from nowhere
Immaculate, at the dead of the night,
Blossoms this golden lotus :
None can fathom the spell of that flame.
This flame of melody that You have set inside my heart,
That flame has pervaded all through-and-through.
Dances that flame while keeping the beats
From branch to branch upon worn out trees :
Whom does it invoke in the sky
With the elated hands ?
The stars stare dumb-founded in the dark,
Maddened a wind rises from nowhere
Immaculate, at the dead of the night,
Blossoms this golden lotus :
None can fathom the spell of that flame.
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