When I Kiss
by Tagore
When I play with you, my love,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
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 you whisper sweet things to me
I know why there is honey in the cup of the flowers
and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice
When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling,
I understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light,
and what delight the summer breeze brings to my body
---when I kiss to make you smile.
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