samedi 9 février 2013


 Eight. Happy birthday my dear.

Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."
I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"
They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your
hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."
"My mother is waiting for me at home, "I say, "How can I leave
her and come?"
Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will
be the blue sky.
The folk who live in the waves call out to me-
"We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know
not where we pass."
I ask, "But how am I to join you?"
They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with
your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves."
I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the everything-
how can I leave her and go?"
They smile, dance and pass by.
But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
And no one in the world will know where we both are. 

Rabindranath Tagore
Clouds and waves  

7 commentaires:

  1. Joyeux anniversaire à la douce toute douce Elsa! Et bises pour sa belle maman! Quel bonheur.
    Le poème est merveilleux. Merci.

  2. Happy birthday dear Elsa!! Wish you a wonderful birthday and a beautiful year :)

  3. Joyeux anniversaire belle Elsa. Que l'année soit magique pour toi et ta famille.


  4. Happy Birthday to your beautiful girl (same age as my son!)
    The poem is touching and so are the photos

    all my love xoxoxo

  5. happy days dear, beautiful Elsa!
    may you always have a ribbon or two
    in your hair . . .

  6. Happy, Happy Birthday beautiful Elsa! You are so lucky to have each other Amelie!