When I [bring to you colour'd]1 toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours On clouds, on water, and why flow'rs are painted in tints: When I give colour'd toys to you, my child. When I sing to make you dance, [I truly know why there is]2 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.3 When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands, I know why there is honey in the cup of the flower 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.
M. Trotta sets stanzas 2, 3, 1
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View original text (without footnotes)Note: in Gitanjali, the poem has no title; but in The Crescent
Moon, its title is "When and why"
Note: in Trotta's setting, in the last repeat of the first stanza, line 5 (stanza 2 of the original text), the added text "We are free" becomes "We are one." (see footnote 3)
1 Carpenter: "bring you coloured"
2 Trotta: "I know why there's"
3 Trotta adds "We are free"
Text Authorship:
- by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, written 1913, appears in Gitanjali, no. 62, appears in The Crescent Moon, no. 9, first published 1913
Based on:
- a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in গীতাঞ্জলি (Gitanjali), no. 62 [text unavailable]
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- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Bring ich dir buntes Spielzeug, mein Kind dann versteh, warum es ein Spiel gibt von Farben und Wolken und Wasser, warum die Blumen so farbig getönt sind - bring ich dir buntes Spielzeug, mein Kind. Wenn ich sing um dich tanzen zu lassen So weiß ich wahrlich warum Musik in den Blättern ist, warum die wogen den Chor der Stimmen zum Herzen der rauschenden Erde tragen - wenn ich sing, um dich tanzen zu lassen. Bring ich dir Süßigkeit für deine gierigen Händchen, weiß ich, weshalb es Honig gibt im Kelche der Blumen, warum die Früchte sich heimlich mit süßen Saften anfüllen – bring ich dir Süßigkeit für deine gierigen Händchen. Wenn ich dein Angesicht küsse, mein Liebling, dich lächeln zu machen, verstehe ich sicher die Lust, die vom Himmel herab in das Morgenlicht flutet, und welch Entzücken der Sommerwind meinem Leib zu machen.
Composition:
- Set to music by Jan Pieter Hendrik van Gilse (1881 - 1944), "Bring ich dir buntes Spielzeug, mein Kind", 1915 [ soprano and instrumental ensemble ], from Drei Gesänge aus Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali, no. 2
Text Authorship:
- by Marie Luise Gothein (1863 - 1931)
Based on:
- a text in English by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, written 1913, appears in Gitanjali, no. 62, appears in The Crescent Moon, no. 9, first published 1913
Based on:
- a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in গীতাঞ্জলি (Gitanjali), no. 62 [text unavailable]
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