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| 2351. | Playthings by Rabindranath Tagore> | | 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... |
| 2352. | Prisoner by Rabindranath Tagore> | | `Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?'
`It was my master,' said the prisoner.
`I thought I could outdo everybody in the world in wealth... |
| 2353. | Purity by Rabindranath Tagore> | | Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing
that thy living touch is upon all my limbs.
I shall ever try to keep all untruth... |
| 2354. | Silent Steps by Rabindranath Tagore> | | Have you not heard his silent steps?
He comes, comes, ever comes.
Every moment and every age,
every day and every night he comes, comes, ever ... |
| 2355. | Sleep by Rabindranath Tagore> | | In the night of weariness
let me give myself up to sleep without struggle,
resting my trust upon thee.
Let me not force my flagging spirit int... |
| 2356. | Superior by Rabindranath Tagore> | | Mother, your baby is silly! She is so absurdly childish!
She does not know the difference between the lights in the
streets and the stars.
When we ... |
| 2357. | Sympathy by Rabindranath Tagore> | | If I were only a little puppy, not your baby, mother dear, would
you say "No" to me if I tried to eat from your dish?
Would you drive me off, saying... |
| 2358. | The Chanpa Flower by Rabindranath Tagore> | | Supposing I became a chanpa flower, just for fun, and grew on a
branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and
danced upon the ne... |
| 2359. | The Gardener LXI: Peace, My Heart by Rabindranath Tagore> | | Peace, my heart, let the time for
the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain
into songs.
Le... |
| 2360. | The Gardener LXIV: I Spent My Day by Rabindranath Tagore> | | I spent my day on the scorching
hot dust of the road.
Now, in the cool of the evening, I
knock at the door of the inn. It is
deserted and in ruin... |
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