On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite shy is motionless overhead
and the restless water is boisterous.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They build their houses with empty shells.
With worn withered leaves they weave their boats
and smilingly float them on the vast deep.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim,
they seek no hidden treasures,
they know not how to cast nets.
they just gather pebbles and scatter them again.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
The sea surges up with laughter
and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
Death dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
The sea plays with children .
plundering and flooding their castles,
and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
On the seashore of the endless worlds children meet.
Tempest roams in the pathless sky,
ships get wrecked in the trackless water,
death is aboard and children play.
On the seashore of endless worlds is the greatest meeting of children
I adopted the some lines from gitanjali..
