The Child Angel

by Rabindranath Tagore


Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child,
unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.

They are cruel in their greed and their envy,
their words are like hidden knives thirsting for blood.


Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child,
and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the
forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.


Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the
meaning of all things, let them love you and love each other.


Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my child.
At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower,
And, at sunset, bend your head and, in silence,
complete the worship of the day.