My Song
Rabindranath Tagore
This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love. The song of mine will touch your 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 dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown. It will be like the faithful star overhead                when 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 silenced in death,     my song will speak in your living heart.
From "Stray Birds" I Stray birds of summer come to my     window to sing and fly away.  And yellow leaves of autumn, which     have no songs, flutter and fall    there with a sigh.  II O Troupe of little vagrants of the     world, leave your footprints in     my words.