CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Gitanjali No. 1
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure
This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again
And fillest it ever with fresh life
This little flute of a reed
Thou hast carried over hills and dales
And hast breathed through it
Melodies eternally new
At the immortal touch of thy hands
My little heart loses its limits
In joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable
Thy infinite gifts come to me
Only on these very small hands of mine
Ages pa**, and still thou pourest
And still there is room to fill
This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again
And fillest it ever with fresh life
This little flute of a reed
Thou hast carried over hills and dales
And hast breathed through it
Melodies eternally new
At the immortal touch of thy hands
My little heart loses its limits
In joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable
Thy infinite gifts come to me
Only on these very small hands of mine
Ages pa**, and still thou pourest
And still there is room to fill
