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In one salutation to thee, my God,
let all my senses spread out
and touch this world at thy feet.

Like a rain-cloud of July
hung low with its burden of unshed showers,
let all my mind bend down at thy door
in one salutation to thee.

Let all my songs
gather together their diverse strains
into a single current
and flow to a sea of silence
in one salutation to thee.

Like a flock of homesick cranes
flying night and day
back to their mountain nests,
let all my life take its voyage
to its eternal home
in one salutation to thee.

Rabindranath Tagore

put to music by Ēriks Ešenvalds

performed to perfection by two amazing choirs: