My God, the Greatest Poet, I am ready to give you drink
from this cup, or food from this plate, from my very life.
It is your delight seeing your creation with my eyes, silently
standing at the portals of my ears listening to your harmony.
Your world is weaving words in my mind
and your joy is adding music to themas you give yourself to me in love, and then feel
your own sweetness within, and through me.
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 65
Henry Victor 27.12.2012
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