When I Bring to You Colour’d Toys

When I Bring to You Color’d Toys, My Child
by Rabindranath Tagore

When I bring to you colour’d toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds,
On water, and why flow’rs are painted in tints:
When I give colour’d 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.