Complete Works. Rabindranath Tagore

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      You were in the dolls of my childhood's games; and when with clay I made the image of my 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 my 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 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 the sunrise.

      Heaven's first darling, twin-born with the morning 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?"

BABY'S WORLD

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      I wish i could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very own world.

      I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.

      Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with trays crowded with bright toys.

      I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind, and out beyond all bounds;

      Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms of kings of no history;

      Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, and Truth sets Fact free from its fetters.

WHEN AND WHY

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      When i bring you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds, on water, and why flowers are painted in tints--when I give coloured toys to you, my child.

      When I sing to make you dance, I truly know why there is music in leaves, and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth--when I sing to make you dance.

      When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands, I know why there is honey in the cup of the flower, and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice--when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.

      When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light, and what delight the summer breeze brings to my body--when I kiss you to make you smile.

DEFAMATION

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      Why are those tears in your eyes, my child?

      How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing?

      You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing--is that why they call you dirty?

      O, fie! Would they dare to call the full moon dirty because it has smudged its face with ink?

      For every little trifle they blame you, my child. They are ready to find fault for nothing.

      You tore your clothes while playing--is that why they call you untidy?

      O, fie! What would they call an autumn morning that smiles through its ragged clouds?

      Take no heed of what they say to you, my child.

      Take no heed of what they say to you, my child.

      They make a long list of your misdeeds. Everybody knows how you love sweet things--is that why they call you greedy?

      O, fie! What then would they call us who love you?

THE JUDGE

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      Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings.

      I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my little child.

      How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh his merits against his faults?

      When I must punish him he becomes all the more a part of my being.

      When I cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him.

      I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only may chastise who loves.

PLAYTHINGS

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      Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.

      I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.

      I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.

      Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!"

      Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.

      I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.

      With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.

      In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.

THE ASTRONOMER

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      I only said, "When in the evening the round full moon gets entangled among the branches of that Kadam tree, couldn't somebody catch it?"

      But dâdâ (elder brother) laughed at me and said, "Baby, you are the silliest child I have ever known. The moon is ever so far from us, how could anybody catch it?"

      I said, "Dâdâ how foolish you are! When mother looks out of her window and smiles down at us СКАЧАТЬ