When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
—-when I give colored 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 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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the perfection of nature and the delight of a child...here so perfectly one. just lovely.
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this poem is filled with simple and profound imagery...summer of life, the resonance of light and color in all things of nature...so remarkable...PK
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To the Mods: Typo in line six.
"I truly now why there is music in leaves,"
Beautiful poem...about knowing the simply joy of love, and how everything is related to it in one way or another.
MOD MESSAGE
now now fixed !
Jim -
This is such a beautiful poem, with great tenderness in it.
To see the beauty of nature, even in the most simple things, and associate it with the joy of a child.
Lovely thoughts. -
Need Hindi Translation of this Poem
From guest Ravi Singhal (contact)
Please send me hindi translation of this poem to my mail way2_ravi2005@yahoo.com
MODS MESSAGE
Alas we are limited by our own language abilities and so cannot add transaltions very easily. However if anyone out there has a translation then please add it as a comment and we will try to incorporate it here.
Jim
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