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 timid 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 that 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
When I bring to you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of
colours on clouds, on water, and why flowers are painted in tints - when I give
coloured toys to you, my child.
When I sing to make you dance I truly now 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.
Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in
homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the
I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forget that there
abides the old in the new, and that there also thou abidest.
Through birth and death, in this world or in others, wherever thou leadest me it is
thou, the same, the one companion of my endless life who ever linkest my heart with
bonds of joy to the unfamiliar.
When one knows thee, then alien there is none, then no door is shut. Oh, grant me my
prayer that I may never lose the bliss of the touch of the one in the play of many.
On the slope of the desolate river among tall grasses I asked her, 'Maiden, where do
you go shading your lamp with your mantle? My house is all dark and lonesome - lend
me your light! she raised her dark eyes for a moment and looked at my face through
the dusk. 'I have come to the river,' she said, 'to float my lamp on the stream when
the daylight wanes in the west.' I stood alone among tall grasses and watched the
timid flame of her lamp uselessly drifting in the tide.
In the silence of gathering night I asked her, 'Maiden, your lights are all lit - then
where do you go with your lamp? My house is all dark and lonesome - lend me your
light.' She raised her dark eyes on my face and stood for a moment doubtful. 'I have
come,' she said at last, 'to dedicate my lamp to the sky.' I stood and watched her light
uselessly burning in the void.
In the moonless gloom of midnight I ask her, 'Maiden, what is your quest, holding the
lamp near your heart? My house is all dark and lonesome- - lend me your light.' She
stopped for a minute and thought and gazed at my face in the dark. 'I have brought
my light,' she said, 'to join the carnival of lamps.' I stood and watched her little lamp
uselessly lost among lights.