| There are numerous strings in your lute, let me add my own among them.
 
 Then when you smite your chords,
 my heart will break its silence,
 and my life will be one with your song.
 
 Amidst your numberless stars
 let me place my own little lamp.
 
 In the dance of your festival lights
 my heart will throb
 and my life will be one with your smile.
 
 ~ Rabindranath Tagore
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