The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heartโฆ.. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my houseโฆ.. But the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house; I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.
Rabindranath TagoreThe first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song.
Rabindranath TagoreHe it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
Rabindranath Tagore