Fireflies 185 - 192 lyrics

185

The captive flower in the King's wreath

smiles bitterly when the meadow-flower envies her.

186

Its store of snow is the hill's own burden,

its outpouring of streams is borne by all the world.

187

Listen to the prayer of the forest

for its freedom in flowers.

188

Let your love see me

even through the barrier of nearness.

189

The spirit of work in creation is there

to carry and help the spirit of play.

190

To carry the burden of the instrument,

count the cost of its material,

and never to know that it is for music,

is the tragedy of deaf life.

191

Faith is the bird that feels the light

and sings when the dawn is still dark.

192

I bring to thee, night, my day's empty cup,

to be cleansed with thy cool darkness

for a new morning's festival.

• Artist:Rabindranath Tagore