When I bring to the coloured toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colours
on clouds, on water, and why are flowers
painted in tints - when I give coloured toys
to thee, my child.
When I sing to make thee dance I truly know
why there is music in leaves and why waves send
their chorus of voices to the heart of listening
earth when I sing to make thee dance.
When I bring sweet things to thy greedy
hands I know why there is honey in the cuo
of the flower and why are fruits secretly filled
with sweet juice when I bring sweet things
to thy greedy hands.
When I kiss thy face to make thee smile,
my darling, I surely understand what is the
pleasure, that streams from the sky in
morning light and what delight is that
which the summer breeze brings to my body when I
kiss thee to make thee smile.
পাতা:Original manuscript of Gitanjali - Rabindranath Tagore - Rothenstein collection.pdf/১৭৭
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