Gitanjali — Song 62
Gitanjali — Song 62
Rabindranath Tagore
When I 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 now 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 flowers 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 pleasure streams from the sky in morning light, and
what delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings to my
body—when I kiss you to make you smile.
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Complete 103-poem English Gitanjali, translated by the author and published in 1912. · Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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