Gitanjali 62

Rabindranath Tagore (1861–1941) · 1912

13 lines · from Gitanjali (Song Offerings)

When I bring to you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there issuch a play of colours on clouds, on water, and why flowers are paintedin 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 listeningearth—when I sing to make you dance.

When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands I know why there ishoney in the cup of the flowers and why fruits are secretly filled withsweet juice—when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.

When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I surelyunderstand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light, andwhat delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings to mybody—when I kiss you to make you smile.

Words in this poem

coloured a.
Having color; tinged; dyed; painted; stained.

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Gitanjali 62 is in the public domain. This text is taken from Gitanjali (Song Offerings), a collection of prose translations made by the author from the original Bengali, with an introduction by W. B. Yeats (India Society, London, 1912), Project Gutenberg ebook #7164; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali 62, in Gitanjali (Song Offerings) (1912), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #7164, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/tagore-gitanjali/poem-62.html, id L27924.

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