Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travel
into strange lands.
Imagine that my boat is ready at the landing fully laden.
Now think well, mother, before you say what I shall bring for
you when I come back.
Mother, do you want heaps and heaps of gold?
There, by the banks of golden streams, fields are full of
golden harvest.
And in the shade of the forest path the golden champ flower
drop on the ground.
I will gather them all for you in many hundred baskets.
Mother, do you want pearls big as the raindrops of autumn?
I shall cross to the pearl island shore.
There in the early morning light pearls tremble on the meadow
flowers, pearls drop on the grass, and pearls are scattered on the
sand in spray by the wild sea-waves.
My brother shall have a pair of horses with wings to fly among
the clouds.
For father I shall bring a magic pen that, without his
knowing, will write of itself.
For you, mother, I must have the casket and jewel that cost
seven kings their kingdom.
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Most outstanding work, i understand naught all that is written but the piece is excellently penned and the final line is most beautiful indeed. As rich as the jewels he quests for.
-- Nahuitzlo -
I love this poem written from the view point of a child that begins more like a game between the mother and child and goes on to describe the treasures in the natural world in beautiful words.
The child seems exasperated by the father who is always writing, this exasperation is a recurring theme, perhaps Tagore's own understanding of how his children felt at his preocupation with his writing. After all a writer doesn't return home to his family at 5 pm the muse will not be tied by time and Tagore was a prolific writer.
Edited on Mar 06, 4:30 p.m. because ''.
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