The Source

The sleep that flits on baby's eyes - does anybody know from where it comes?
Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where,
in the fairy village,
among shadows of the forest dimly lit with glow-worms,
there hang two shy buds of enchantment.
From there it comes to kiss baby's eyes.

The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps - does anybody know where it was born?
Yes, there is a rumour that a young pale beam of a crescent moon
touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud,
and there the smile was first born,
in the dream of a dew-washed morning
-- the smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps.

The sweet, soft freshness hat blooms on baby's limbs - does anybody know where it was hidden so long?
Yes, when the mother was a young girl it lay pervading her heart
in tender and silent mystery of love
-- the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on baby's limbs.

~ A poem by Rabindranath Tagore

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