The Essential Works of Tagore. Rabindranath Tagore

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THE FIRST JASMINES

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      Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!

      I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with these jasmines, these white jasmines.

      I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;

      I have heard the liquid murmur of the river through the darkness of midnight;

      Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of a road in the lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil to accept her lover.

      Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines that I held in my hand when I was a child.

      Many a glad day has come in my life, and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.

      On grey mornings of rain I have crooned many an idle song.

      I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of bakulas woven by the hand of love.

      Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines that filled my hands when I was a child.

THE BANYAN TREE

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      O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond, have you forgotten the little child, like the birds that have nested in your branches and left you?

      Do you not remember how he sat at the window and wondered at the tangle of your roots that plunged underground?

      The women would come to fill their jars in the pond, and your huge black shadow would wriggle on the water like sleep struggling to wake up.

      Sunlight danced on the ripples like restless tiny shuttles weaving golden tapestry.

      Two ducks swam by the weedy margin above their shadows, and the child would sit still and think.

      He longed to be the wind and blow through your rustling branches, to be your shadow and lengthen with the day on the water, to be a bird and perch on your top-most twig, and to float like those ducks among the weeds and shadows.

BENEDICTION

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      Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of heaven for our earth.

      He loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight of his mother's face.

      He has not learned to despise the dust, and to hanker after gold.

      Clasp him to your heart and bless him.

      He has come into this land of an hundred cross-roads.

      I know not how he chose you from the crowd, came to your door, and grasped your hand to ask his way.

      He will follow you, laughing and talking, and not a doubt in his heart.

      Keep his trust, lead him straight and bless him.

      Lay your hand on his head, and pray that though the waves underneath grow threatening, yet the breath from above may come and fill his sails and waft him to the haven of peace.

      Forget him not in your hurry, let him come to your heart and bless him.

THE GIFT

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      I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in the stream of the world.

      Our lives will be carried apart, and our love forgotten.

      But I am not so foolish as to hope that I could buy your heart with my gifts.

      Young is your life, your path long, and you drink the love we bring you at one draught and turn and run away from us.

      You have your play and your playmates. What harm is there if you have no time or thought for us.

      We, indeed, have leisure enough in old age to count the days that are past, to cherish in our hearts what our hands have lost for ever.

      The river runs swift with a song, breaking through all barriers. But the mountain stays and remembers, and follows her with his love.

MY SONG

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      This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love.

      This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing.

      When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness.

      My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.

      It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road.

      My song will sit inthe pupils of your eyes, and will carry your sight into the heart of things.

      And when my voice is silent in death, my song will speak in your living heart.

THE CHILD-ANGEL

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      They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end to their wranglings.

      Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child, unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.

      They are cruel in their greed and their envy, their words are like hidden knives thirsting for blood.

      Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child, and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.

      Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the meaning of all things; let them love you and thus love each other.

      Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my child. At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower, and at sunset bend СКАЧАТЬ