Santiniketan Song


SHE IS OUR own, the darling of our hearts, Santiniketan.

Our dreams are rocked in her arms.

Her face is a fresh wonder of love every time we see her,

for she is our own, the darling of our hearts.

In the shadows of her trees we meet

in the freedom of her open sky.

Her mornings come and her evenings

bringing down heaven's kisses,

making us feel anew that she is our own, the darling of our hearts.

The stillness of her shades is stirred by the woodland whisper;

her amlaki groves are aquiver with the rapture of leaves.

She dwells in us and around us, however far we may wander.

She weaves our hearts in a song, making us one in music,

tuning our strings of love with her own fingers;

and we ever remember that she is our own, the darling of our hearts.

 

 

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