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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