Hain Sabse Madhur Woh Geet Jinhe..

Teach us, sprite or bird,

          What sweet thoughts are thine:

        I have never heard

          Praise of love or wine

That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.

     

       We look before and after,

          And pine for what is not:

        Our sincerest laughter

          With some pain is fraught;

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

  

        Yet if we could scorn

     Hate, and pride, and fear;

        If we were things born

          Not to shed a tear,

I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.

 

        Teach me half the gladness

          That thy brain must know—

        Such harmonious madness

          From my lips would flow,

The world should listen then, as I am listening now!

~ Percy Shelley (extract from To a Skylark)