gitanjali

WHEN bring to you coloured toys, my
child, I understand why there is such
a play of colours on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
when I give coloured toys to you, my
child.

When I sing to make you dance I
truly know why there is music in
leaves, and why waves send their
chorus of voices to the heart of the
listening earth- when I sing to make
you dance.

When I bring sweet things to your
greedy hands I know why there is
honey in the cup of the flower and
why fruits are secretly filled with
sweet juice - when I bring sweet
things to your greedy hands.

When I kiss your face to make you
smile, my darling, I surely understand
what the pleasure is that streams
from the sky in morning light, and
what delight that is which the
summer breeze brings to my body-
when I kiss you to make you smile.