NPM: On the Seashore

.On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.

The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless
     water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds
     the children meet with shouts and dances.

They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty
     shells. With 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 know not how to cast nets.
     Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships,
      while children gather pebbles and scatter them again.
     They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not
     how to cast nets.

The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile
     of the sea-beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless
     ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking
     her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale
     gleams the smile of the sea-beach.

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
     Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked
     in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play.
     On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting
     of children.

-- Rabindranath Tagore