The Song

I know not how you sing, my master.

The light of your music illumines the world

and the life breath of your music runs from sky
to sky with its holy stream breaking through stony
obstacles and rushes endlessly from heart to heart.

I forever listen in silent amazement as my heart

longs to join in your song, but vainly my soul
struggles for a voice, and then I try to speak
but speech breaks not into song, making me cry.

But you have made my heart captive

in meshes of your music, my master.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 03

Henry Victor          07.01.2013

 

My Poems

My poems are like my eye glasses
enabling me to see you, and these songs
have led me from door to door, helping me
feel my soul, searching and touching my world.

It was my songs that taught me lessons I learnt,
showing secret paths, and bringing before my sight
the stars on the skyline of my heart, guiding to mysteries
of pleasure and pain, finally to the gate, end of my journey.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 101

Henry Victor          22.12.2012