What magic has snared the world’s treasure in these slender arms of mine?

A beautiful poem by the Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore

‘Where have I come from, where did you discover me?’
the baby asked its mother.
She answered, half crying, half laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast:
‘You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling;
You were hidden in the dolls of my childhood games.
And when with clay I made the image of God every morning,
I made and unmade you.
Then you were enshrined with our household deity.
In his worship, I worshipped you.
In all my hopes and my loves, in life
In the life of my mother you have lived.
In the lap of the deathless spirit who rules our home
You have been nursed for ages.
When in my girlhood my heart was opening its petals
You hovered as a fragrance about it.
Your tender softness bloomed in my youthful limbs
Like a glow in the sky before sunrise.
Heaven’s first darling, twin born with the afternoon light
You have floated down the stream of the world’s life
And at last you have stranded on my heart;
As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me:
You, who belong to all, have become mine.
For fear of losing you, I hold you tight to my breast.
What magic has snared the world’s treasure in these slender arms of mine?

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