Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of
heaven for our earth.
He loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight of his
mother's face.
He has not learned to despise the dust, and to hanker after
gold.
Clasp him to your heart and bless him.
He has come into this land of an hundred cross-roads.
I know not how he chose you from the crowd, came to your door,
and grasped you hand to ask his way.
He will follow you, laughing the talking, and not a doubt in
his heart.
Keep his trust, lead him straight and bless him.
Lay your hand on his head, and pray that though the waves
underneath grow threatening, yet the breath from above may come and
fill his sails and waft him to the heaven of peace.
Forget him not in your hurry, let him come to your heart and
bless him.
beautiful soul in the poem....innocent feelings of an innocent heart....heart-purifying! !
The blessed soul of Tagore, unmatched by many who parry their quills!
I immediately thought of Benedict Cumberbatch as I read this... Haha. Beautiful poem either way: thought provoking. :)
Lay your hand on his head, and pray that though the waves underneath grow threatening, yet the breath from above may come and fill his sails and waft him to the heaven of peace....be blessed and bless the successor thru the lights and colors of God;
Fantastic poem Keep his trust, lead him straight and bless him. Lay your hand on his head, and pray that though the waves underneath grow threatening, yet the breath from above may come
Could a baby receive a greater blessing than if his parents internalize the meaning of this poem into their hearts. The magic first day of life, for a new soul who has " won the kiss of heaven for our earth" . Lead him straight, do not make him hanker after gold.... Superb poem. Rabindranath, one of the wisest men who has ever walked on this earth.
He has come into this land of an hundred cross-roads and grasped your hand asking his way. Profoundly stated your the chosen one.
Keep his trust, lead him straight and bless him. Lay your hand on his head, and pray that though the waves underneath grow threatening, yet the breath from above may come and fill his sails and waft him to the heaven of peace. the great Tagore of India. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It would do no harm to resent this poem to all new parents to help them keep the goal of the journey in their minds as they raise these blessings from God
er... I meant to type it would do no harm to PRESENT this poem... sorry for my poor typing skills and failing eyesight