Song Cycle by Edgar Leslie Bainton (1880-1956)

1. My heart, bird of the wilderness

Authorship

by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) , no title, from The Gardener, no. 31, published 1913

a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) , title unknown [text unavailable]

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My heart, the bird of the wilderness,
has found its sky in your eyes:
They are the cradle of the morning,
they are the kingdom of the stars;
My songs are lost in their depths.
Let me but soar in that sky,
in its lonely immensity!
Let me but cleave its clouds
and spread wings in its sunshine.

2. Though the evening comes with slow steps

Authorship

by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) , no title, from The Gardener, no. 67

a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) , title unknown [text unavailable]

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Though the evening comes with slow steps 
and has signalled for all songs to cease;
Though your companions have gone to their rest and you are tired;
Though fear broods in the dark and the face of the sky is veiled;
Yet, bird, O my bird, listen to me, do not close your wings.

That is not the gloom of the leaves of the forest, 
that is the sea swelling like a dark black snake.
That is not the dance of the flowering jasmine, 
that is flashing foam.
Ah, where is the sunny green shore, where is your nest?
Bird, O my bird, listen to me, do not close your wings.

The lone night lies along your path, 
the dawn sleeps behind the shadowy hills.
The stars hold their breath counting the hours, 
the feeble moon swims the deep night.
Bird, O my bird, listen to me, do not close your wings.

There is no hope, no fear for you.
There is no word, no whisper, no cry.
There is no home, no bed for rest.
There is only your own pair of wings and the pathless sky.
Bird, O my bird, listen to me, do not close your wings.

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