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1、The Crescent Moon By Rabindranath Tagore Translated from the original Bengali by the author London and New Y ork: Macmillan and Company, 1913 TO T. STURGE MOORE THE HOME I PACED alone on the road across the field while the sunset was hiding its last gold like a miser. The daylight sank deeper and de
2、eper into the darkness, and the widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent.Suddenly a boys shrill voice rose into the sky. He traversed the dark unseen, leaving the track of his song across the hush of the evening. His village home lay there at the end of the waste land, beyond the suga
3、r-cane field, hidden among the shadows of the banana and the slender areca palm, the cocoa-nut and the dark green jack-fruit trees. I stopped for a moment in my lonely way under the starlight, and saw spread before me the darkened earth surrounding with her arms countless homes furnished with cradle
4、s and beds, mothers hearts and evening lamps, and young lives glad with a gladness that knows nothing of its value for the world. 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
5、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
6、 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
7、 meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her babys 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 abr
8、oad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children. 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 1 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - - THE SOURCE THE sleep that flits on babys eyes-does anybody know from where it comes? Yes, there is a
9、 rumour that it has its dwelling where, in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with glow-worms, there hang two shy buds of enchantment. From there it comes to kiss babys eyes. The smile that flickers on babys lips when he sleeps-does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is
10、a rumour that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning-the smile that flickers on babys lips when he sleeps. The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on babys limbs-does anybody know where
11、it was hidden so long? Yes, when the mother was a young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent mystery of love-the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on babys limbs. BABYS WAY IF baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment. It is not for nothing that he does not leav
12、e us. He loves to rest his head on mothers bosom, and cannot ever bear to lose sight of her. Baby knows all manner of wise words, though few on earth can understand their meaning. It is not for nothing that he never wants to speak. The one thing he wants is to learn mothers words from mothers lips.
13、That is why he looks so innocent. Baby had a heap of gold and pearls, yet he came like a beggar on to this earth. It is not for nothing he came in such a disguise. This dear little naked mendicant pretends to be utterly helpless, so that he may beg for mothers wealth of love. Baby was so free from e
14、very tie in the land of the tiny crescent moon. It was not for nothing he gave up his freedom. He knows that there is room for endless joy in mothers little corner of a heart, and it is sweeter far than liberty to be caught and pressed in her dear arms. Baby never knew how to cry. He dwelt in the la
15、nd of perfect bliss. It is not for nothing he has chosen to shed tears. Though with the smile of his dear face he draws mothers yearning heart to him, yet his little cries over tiny troubles weave the double bond of pity and love. THE UNHEEDED PAGEANTAH, who was it coloured that little frock, my chi
16、ld, and covered your sweet limbs with that little red tunic? 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 2 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - - You have come out in the morning to play in the courtyard, tottering and tumbling as you run. But who was it coloured that little
17、frock, my child? What is it makes you laugh, my little life-bud? Mother smiles at you standing on the threshold. She claps her hands and her bracelets jingle, and you dance with your bamboo stick in your hand like a tiny little shepherd. But what is it makes you laugh, my little life-bud? O beggar,
18、what do you beg for, clinging to your mothers neck with both your hands? O greedy heart, shall I pluck the world like a fruit from the sky to place it on your little rosy palm? O beggar, what are you begging for? The wind carries away in glee the tinkling of your anklet bells. The sun smiles and wat
19、ches your toilet. The sky watches over you when you sleep in your mothers arms, and the morning comes tiptoe to your bed and kisses your eyes. The wind carries away in glee the tinkling of your anklet bells. The fairy mistress of dreams is coming towards you, flying through the twilight sky. The wor
20、ld-mother keeps her seat by you in your mothers heart. He who plays his music to the stars is standing at your window with his flute. And the fairy mistress of dreams is coming towards you, flying through the twilight sky. SLEEP-STEALER WHO stole sleep from babys eyes? I must know. Clasping her pitc
21、her to her waist mother went to fetch water from the village near by. It was noon. The childrens playtime was over; the ducks in the pond were silent.The shepherd boy lay asleep under the shadow of the banyan tree. The crane stood grave and still in the swamp near the mango grove. In the meanwhile t
22、he Sleep-stealer came and, snatching sleep from babys eyes, flew away. When mother came back she found baby travelling the room over on all fours. Who stole sleep from our babys eyes? I must know. I must find her and chain her up. I must look into that dark cave, where, through boulders and scowling
23、 stones, trickles a tiny stream. I must search in the drowsy shade of the bakula grove, where pigeons coo in their corner, and fairies anklets tinkle in the stillness of starry nights. In the evening I will peep into the whispering silence of the bamboo forest, where fireflies squander their light,
24、and will ask every creature I meet, Can anybody tell me where the Sleep-stealer lives? Who stole sleep from babys eyes? I must know. Shouldnt I give her a good lesson if I could only catch her! I would raid her nest and see where she hoards all her stolen sleep. I would plunder it all, and carry it
25、home. I would bind her two wings securely, set her on the bank of the river, and then let her play at 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 3 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - - fishing with a reed among the rushes and water-lilies. When the marketing is over in the
26、evening, and the village children sit in their mothers laps, then the night birds will mockingly din her ears with: Whose sleep will you steal now? THE BEGINNING WHERE have I come from, where did you pick me up? the baby asked its mother. She answered half crying, half laughing, and clasping the bab
27、y to her breast,- You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling. You were in the dolls of my childhoods 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 hope
28、s 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 g
29、low in the sky before the sunrise. Heavens first darling, twin-born with the morning light, you have floated down the stream of the worlds 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
30、hold you tight to my breast. What magic has snared the worlds treasure in these slender arms of mine? BABYS WORLD I WISH I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my babys 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 cloud
31、s 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 babys mind, and out beyond all bounds; Where messengers run errands for no c
32、ause 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 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 i
33、n 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
34、is honey in the cup of the flower, and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice-when I bring sweet things to your 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 4 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - - greedy hands. When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I s
35、urely 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. DEFAMA TION WHY are those tears in your eyes, my child? How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing? You have stained your finger
36、s 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
37、 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 t
38、hey call you greedy? O, fie! What then would they call us who love you? THE JUDGE SAY of him what you please, but I know my childs 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 fa
39、ults? 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 CHILD, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the m
40、orning. 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 costl
41、y 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. 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - -
42、- - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 5 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - - THE ASTRONOMER I ONLY said, When in the evening the round full moon gets entangled among the branches of that Kadam tree, couldnt somebody catch it? But d?d? elder brother laughed at me and said, Baby, you are the silliest
43、 child I have ever known. The moon is ever so far from us, how could anybody catch it? I said, D?d? how foolish you are! When mother looks out of her window and smiles down at us playing, would you call her far away? Still said, Y ou are a stupid child! But, baby, where could you find a net big enou
44、gh to catch the moon with? I said, Surely you could catch it with your hands.But d?d? laughed and said, Y ou are the silliest child I have known. If it came nearer, you would see how big the moon is. I said, D?d?, what nonsense they teach at your school! When mother bends her face down to kiss us do
45、es her face look very big? But still d?d? says, Y ou are a stupid child. CLOUDS AND WA VES MOTHER, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- We play from the time we wake till the day ends. We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon. I ask, But, how am I to get up to you? Th
46、ey answer, Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds. My mother is waiting for me at home, I say. How can I leave her and come? Then they smile and float away. But I know a nicer game than that, mother. I shall be the cloud and you the moo
47、n. I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will be the blue sky. The folk who live in the waves call out to me- We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know not where we pass. I ask, But, how am I to join you? They tell me, Come to the edge of the shore and stand wit
48、h your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves. I say, My mother always wants me at home in the evening-how can I leave her and go? Then they smile, dance and pass by. But I know a better game than that. I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore. I shall roll on and on
49、and on, and break upon your lap with laughter. And no one in the world will know where we both are. THE CHAMPA FLOWER SUPPOSING I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know
50、me, mother? 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 6 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - - You would call, Baby, where are you? and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quiet. I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work. When after your bath, with wet ha
51、ir spread on your shoulders, you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the little court where you say your prayers, you would notice the scent of the flower, but not know that it came from me. When after the midday meal you sat at the window reading Ramayana, and the trees shadow fell over
52、 your hair and your lap, I should fling my wee little shadow on to the page of your book, just where you were reading. But would you guess that it was the tiny shadow of your little child? When in the evening you went to the cow-shed with the lighted lamp in your hand, I should suddenly drop on to t
53、he earth again and be your own baby once more, and beg you to tell me a story. Where have you been, you naughty child? I wont tell you, mother. Thats what you and I would say then. FAIRYLAND IF people came to know where my kings palace is, it would vanish into the air. The walls are of white silver
54、and the roof of shining gold.The queen lives in a palace with seven courtyards, and she wears a jewel that cost all the wealth of seven kingdoms. But let me tell you, mother, in a whisper, where my kings palace is. It is at the corner of our terrace where the pot of the tulsi plant stands. The princ
55、ess lies sleeping on the far-away shore of the seven impassable seas. There is none in the world who can find her but myself. She has bracelets on her arms and pearl drops in her ears; her hair sweeps down upon the floor. She will wake when I touch her with my magic wand, and jewels will fall from h
56、er lips when she smiles. But let me whisper in your ear, mother; she is there in the corner of our terrace where the pot of the tulsi plant stands. When it is time for you to go to the river for your bath, step up to that terrace on the roof. I sit in the corner where the shadows of the walls meet t
57、ogether. Only puss is allowed to come with me, for she knows where the barber in the story lives. But let me whisper, mother, in your ear where the barber in the story lives. It is at the corner of the terrace where the pot of the tulsi plant stands. THE LAND OF THE EXILE MOTHER, the light has grown
58、 grey in the sky; I do not know what the time is. There is no fun in my play, so I have come to you. It is Saturday, our holiday.名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 7 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - - Leave off your work, mother; sit here by the window and tell m
59、e where the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale is? The shadow of the rains has covered the day from end to end. The fierce lightning is scratching the sky with its nails. When the clouds rumble and it thunders, I love to be afraid in my heart and cling to you. When the heavy rain patters for hours
60、 on the bamboo leaves, and our windows shake and rattle at the gusts of wind, I like to sit alone in the room, mother, with you, and hear you talk about the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale. Where is it, mother, on the shore of what sea, at the foot of what hills, in the kingdom of what king? Th
61、ere are no hedges there to mark the fields, no footpath across it by which the villagers reach their village in the evening, or the woman who gathers dry sticks in the forest can bring her load to the market. With patches of yellow grass in the sand and only one tree where the pair of wise old birds
62、 have their nest, lies the desert of Tep?ntar. I can imagine how, on just such a cloudy day, the young son of the king is riding alone on a grey horse through the desert, in search of the princess who lies imprisoned in the giants palace across that unknown water. When the haze of the rain comes dow
63、n in the distant sky, and lightning starts up like a sudden fit of pain, does he remember his unhappy mother, abandoned by the king, sweeping the cow -stall and wiping her eyes, while he rides through the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale? See, mother, it is almost dark before the day is over, an
64、d there are no travellers yonder on the village road. The shepherd boy has gone home early from the pasture, and men have left their fields to sit on mats under the eaves of their huts, watching the scowling clouds. Mother, I have left all my books on the shelf-do not ask me to do my lessons now. Wh
65、en I grow up and am big like my father, I shall learn all that must be learnt. But just for to-day, tell me, mother, where the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale is? THE RAINY DAY SULLEN clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the forest. O child, do not go out! The palm trees in a row
66、by the lake are smiting their heads against the dismal sky; the crows with their draggled wings are silent on the tamarind branches, and the eastern bank of the river is haunted by a deepening gloom. Our cow is lowing loud, tied at the fence. O child, wait here till I bring her into the stall. Men h
67、ave crowded into the flooded field to catch the fishes as they escape from the overflowing ponds; the rain water is running in rills through the narrow lanes like a laughing boy who has run 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 8 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - - a
68、way from his mother to tease her. Listen, someone is shouting for the boatman at the ford. O child, the daylight is dim, and the crossing at the ferry is closed. The sky seems to ride fast upon the madly-rushing rain; the water in the river is loud and impatient; women have hastened home early from
69、the Ganges with their filled pitchers. The evening lamps must be made ready. O child, do not go out! The road to the market is desolate, the lane to the river is slippery. The wind is roaring and struggling among the bamboo branches like a wild beast tangled in a net. PAPER BOATS DAY by day I float
70、my paper boats one by one down the running stream. In big black letters I write my name on them and the name of the village where I live.I hope that someone in some strange land will find them and know who I am. I load my little boats with shiuli flowers from our garden, and hope that these blooms o
71、f the dawn will be carried safely to land in the night. I launch my paper boats and look up into the sky and see the little clouds setting their white bulging sails. I know not what playmate of mine in the sky sends them down the air to race with my boats! When night comes I bury my face in my arms
72、and dream that my paper boats float on and on under the midnight stars. The fairies of sleep are sailing in them, and the lading is their baskets full of dreams. THE SAILOR THE boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj.It is uselessly laden with jute, and has been lying there idle
73、for ever so long. If he would only lend me his boat, I should man her with a hundred oars, and hoist sails, five or six or seven. I should never steer her to stupid markets. I should sail the seven seas and the thirteen rivers of fairyland. But, mother, you wont weep for me in a corner. I am not goi
74、ng into the forest like Ramachandra to come back only after fourteen years. I shall become the prince of the story, and fill my boat with whatever I like.I shall take my friend Ashu with me. We shall sail merrily across the seven seas and the thirteen rivers of fairyland.We shall set sail in the ear
75、ly morning light. When at noontide you are bathing at the pond, we shall be in the land of a strange king. We shall pass the ford of Tirpurni, and leave behind us the desert of Tep?ntar. 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 9 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - - When
76、 we come back it will be getting dark, and I shall tell you of all that we have seen. I shall cross the seven seas and the thirteen rivers of fairyland. THE FURTHER BANK I LONG to go over there to the further bank of the river, Where those boats are tied to the bamboo poles in a line; Where men cros
77、s over in their boats in the morning with ploughs on their shoulders to till their far-away fields; Where the cowherds make their lowing cattle swim across to the riverside pasture; Whence they all come back home in the evening, leaving the jackals to howl in the island overgrown with weeds, Mother,
78、 if you dont mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferry when I am grown up. They say there are strange pools hidden behind that high bank, Where flocks of wild ducks come when the rains are over, and thick reeds grow round the margins where waterbirds lay their eggs; Where snipes with th
79、eir dancing tails stamp their tiny footprints upon the clean soft mud; Where in the evening the tall grasses crested with white flowers invite the moonbeam to float upon their waves. Mother, if you dont mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferryboat when I am grown up. I shall cross and
80、cross back from bank to bank, and all the boys and girls of the village will wonder at me while they are bathing. When the sun climbs the mid sky and morning wears on to noon, I shall come running to you, saying, Mother, I am hungry! When the day is done and the shadows cower under the trees, I shal
81、l come back in the dusk. I shall never go away from you into the town to work like father. Mother, if you dont mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferryboat when I am grown up. THE FLOWER-SCHOOL WHEN storm clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down, The moist east wind comes ma
82、rching over the heath to blow its bagpipes among the bamboos. Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knows where, and dance upon the grass in wild glee. Mother, I really think the flowers go to school underground. They do their lessons with doors shut, and if they want to come out
83、to play before it is time, their master makes them stand in a corner. When the rains come they have their holidays. Branches clash together in the forest, and the leaves rustle in the wild wind, the thunder-clouds 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 10 页，共
84、 19 页 - - - - - - - - - clap their giant hands and the flower children rush out in dresses of pink and yellow and white. Do you know, mother, their home is in the sky , where the stars are. Havent you seen how eager they are to get there? Dont you know why they are in such a hurry? Of course, I can
85、guess to whom they raise their arms: they have their mother as I have my own. THE MERCHANT 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 w
86、hen 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 champa flowers drop on the ground. I will gather them all for you in many hundred baskets. Mother, do you want pearls
87、 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 amo
88、ng 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 kingdoms. SYMPATHY IF I were only a little puppy, not your baby, mother dear, would you say No to me if I tried to eat fr
89、om your dish? Would you drive me off, saying to me, Get away, you naughty little puppy? Then go, mother, go! I will never come to you when you call me, and never let you feed me any more. If I were only a little green parrot, and not your baby, mother dear, would you keep me chained lest I should fl
90、y away? Would you shake your finger at me and say, What an ungrateful wretch of a bird! It is gnawing at its chain day and night? Then, go, mother, go! I will run away into the woods; I will never let you take me in your arms again. VOCATION WHEN the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to scho
91、ol by our lane, 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 11 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - - Every day I meet the hawker crying, Bangles, crystal bangles! There is nothing to hurry him on, there is no road he must take, no place he must go to, no time when he must co
92、me home. I wish I were a hawker, spending my day in the road, crying, Bangles, crystal bangles! When at four in the afternoon I come back from the school, I can see through the gate of that house the gardener digging the ground. He does what he likes with his spade, he soils his clothes with dust, n
93、obody takes him to task if he gets baked in the sun or gets wet. I wish I were a gardener digging away at the garden with nobody to stop me from digging. Just as it gets dark in the evening and my mother sends me to bed, I can see through my open window the watchman walking up and down. The lane is
94、dark and lonely, and the street-lamp stands like a giant with one red eye in its head. The watchman swings his lantern and walks with his shadow at his side, and never once goes to bed in his life. I wish I were a watchman walking the streets all night, chasing the shadows with my lantern. SUPERIOR
95、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 play at eating with pebbles, she thinks they are real food, and tries to put them into her mouth. When I open a book before her and ask her to learn her
96、a, b, c, she tears the leaves with her hands and roars for joy at nothing; this is your babys way of doing her lesson. When I shake my head at her in anger and scold her and call her naughty, she laughs and thinks it great fun. Everybody knows that father is away, but if in play I call aloud Father,
97、 she looks about her in excitement and thinks that father is near. When I hold my class with the donkeys that our washerman brings to carry away the clothes and I warn her that I am the schoolmaster, she will scream for no reason and call me d?d?. elder brother Your baby wants to catch the moon. She
98、 is so funny; she calls Ganesh G?nush. Ganesh, a common name in India, also that of the god with the elephants head. Mother, your baby is silly, she is so absurdly childish! THE LITTLE BIG MAN I AM small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I am as old as my father is. My teacher will co
99、me and say, It is late, bring your slate and your books. I shall tell him, Do you not know I am as big as father? And I must not have lessons any more. My master will wonder and say, He can leave his books if he likes, for he is grown up. 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心
100、整理 - - - - - - - 第 12 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - - I shall dress myself and walk to the fair where the crowd is thick. My uncle will come rushing up to me and say, Y ou will get lost, my boy; let me carry you. I shall answer, Cant you see, uncle, I am as big as father. I must go to the fair alone. Unc
101、le will say, Y es, he can go wherever he likes, for he is grown up. Mother will come from her bath when I am giving money to my nurse, for I shall know how to open the box with my key . Mother will say, What are you about, naughty child? I shall tell her, Mother, dont you know, I am as big as father
102、, and I must give silver to my nurse. Mother will say to herself, He can give money to whom he likes, for he is grown up. In the holiday time in October father will come home and, thinking that I am still a baby, will bring for me from the town little shoes and small silken frocks. I shall say, Fath
103、er, give them to my d?d? elder brother, for I am as big as you are. Father will think and say, He can buy his own clothes if he likes, for he is grown up. TWELVE OCLOCK MOTHER, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at my book all the morning. You say it is only twelve oclock. Suppose it
104、 isnt any later; cant you ever think it is afternoon when it is only twelve oclock? I can easily imagine now that the sun has reached the edge of that rice-field, and the old fisher-woman is gathering herbs for her supper by the side of the pond. I can just shut my eyes and think that the shadows ar
105、e growing darker under the madar tree, and the water in the pond looks shiny black. If twelve oclock can come in the night, why cant the night come when it is twelve oclock? AUTHORSHIP YOU say that father writes a lot of books, but what he writes I dont understand. He was reading to you all the even
106、ing, but could you really make out what he meant? What nice stories, mother, you can tell us! Why cant father write like that, I wonder? Did he never hear from his own mother stories of giants and fairies and princesses? Has he forgotten them all? Often when he gets late for his bath you have to go
107、and call him an hundred times. You wait and keep his dishes warm for him, but he goes on writing and forgets. Father always plays at making books. If ever I go to play in fathers room, you come and call me, what a naughty child! If I make the slightest noise, you say, Dont you see that fathers at hi
108、s work? Whats the fun of always writing and writing? When I take up fathers pen or pencil and write upon his book just as he does,-a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i,-why do you get cross with me, then, mother? 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 13 页，共 19 页 - - -
109、- - - - - - You never say a word when father writes. When my father wastes such heaps of paper, mother, you dont seem to mind at all. But if I take only one sheet to make a boat with, you say , Child, how troublesome you are! What do you think of fathers spoiling sheets and sheets of paper with blac
110、k marks all over on both sides? THE WICKED POSTMAN WHY do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me, mother dear? The rain is coming in through the open window, making you all wet, and you dont mind it. Do you hear the gong striking four? It is time for my brother to come home from sch
111、ool. What has happened to you that you look so strange? Havent you got a letter from father to-day? I saw the postman bringing letters in his bag for almost everybody in the town. Only, fathers letters he keeps to read himself. I am sure the postman is a wicked man. But dont be unhappy about that, m
112、other dear. To-morrow is market day in the next village. Y ou ask your maid to buy some pens and papers. I myself will write all fathers letters; you will not find a single mistake.I shall write from A right up to K. But, mother, why do you smile? You dont believe that I can write as nicely as fathe
113、r does! But I shall rule my paper carefully, and write all the letters beautifully big. When I finish my writing, do you think I shall be so foolish as father and drop it into the horrid postmans bag? I shall bring it to you myself without waiting, and letter by letter help you to read my writing.I
114、know the postman does not like to give you the really nice letters. THE HERO MOTHER, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through a strange and dangerous country . You are riding in a palanquin and I am trotting by you on a red horse. It is evening and the sun goes down. The waste of Joradi
115、ghi lies wan and grey before us. The land is desolate and barren. You are frightened and thinking-I know not where we have come to. I say to you, Mother, do not be afraid. The meadow is prickly with spiky grass, and through it runs a narrow broken path. There are no cattle to be seen in the wide fie
116、ld; they have gone to their village stalls. It grows dark and dim on the land and sky, and we cannot tell where we are going. Suddenly you call me and ask me in a whisper, What light is that near the bank? 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 14 页，共 19 页 -
117、- - - - - - - - Just then there bursts out a fearful yell, and figures come running towards us. You sit crouched in your palanquin and repeat the names of the gods in prayer. The bearers, shaking in terror, hide themselves in the thorny bush. I shout to you, Dont be afraid, mother. I am here. With l
118、ong sticks in their hands and hair all wild about their heads, they come nearer and nearer. I shout, Have a care! you villains! One step more and you are dead men. They give another terrible yell and rush forward. You clutch my hand and say, Dear boy, for heavens sake, keep away from them. I say, Mo
119、ther, just you watch me. Then I spur my horse for a wild gallop, and my sword and buckler clash against each other. The fight becomes so fearful, mother, that it would give you a cold shudder could you see it from your palanquin. Many of them fly, and a great number are cut to pieces. I know you are
120、 thinking, sitting all by yourself, that your boy must be dead by this time. But I come to you all stained with blood, and say, Mother, the fight is over now. You come out and kiss me, pressing me to your heart, and you say to yourself, I dont know what I should do if I hadnt my boy to escort me. A
121、thousand useless things happen day after day, and why couldnt such a thing come true by chance? It would be like a story in a book. My brother would say, Is it possible? I always thought he was so delicate! Our village people would all say in amazement, Was it not lucky that the boy was with his mot
122、her? THE END IT is time for me to go, mother; I am going. When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you stretch out your arms for your baby in the bed, I shall say, Baby is not there!-mother, I am going. I shall become a delicate draught of air and caress you; and I shall be ripples in the wate
123、r when you bathe, and kiss you and kiss you again. In the gusty night when the rain patters on the leaves you will hear my whisper in your bed, and my laughter will flash with the lightning through the open window into your room. If you lie awake, thinking of your baby till late into the night, I sh
124、all sing to you from the stars, Sleep mother, sleep. On the straying moonbeams I shall steal over your bed, and lie upon your bosom while you sleep. I shall become a dream, and through the little opening of your eyelids I shall slip into the depths of your sleep; and when you wake up and look round
125、startled, like a twinkling firefly I shall flit out into the darkness. When, on the great festival of puja, the neighbours children come and play about the house, I shall melt into the music of the flute and throb in your heart all day. Dear auntie will come with puja-presents and will ask, Where is
126、 our baby, sister? Mother, you 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 15 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - - will tell her softly, He is in the pupils of my eyes, he is in my body and in my soul. THE RECALL THE night was dark when she went away, and they slept. The ni
127、ght is dark now, and I call for her, Come back, my darling; the world is asleep; and no one would know, if you came for a moment while stars are gazing at stars. She went away when the trees were in bud and the spring was young. Now the flowers are in high bloom and I call, Come back, my darling. Th
128、e children gather and scatter flowers in reckless sport. And if you come and take one little blossom no one will miss it. Those that used to play are playing still, so spendthrift is life. I listen to their chatter and call, Come back, my darling, for mothers heart is full to the brim with love, and
129、 if you come to snatch only one little kiss from her no one will grudge it. THE FIRST JASMINES 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 h
130、eard 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
131、 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 tha
132、t filled my hands when I was a child. THE BANY AN TREE 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
133、 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 t
134、heir shadows, and the child would sit still and 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 16 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - - 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 bir
135、d and perch on your top-most twig, and to float like those ducks among the weeds and shadows. BENEDICTION 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 mothers face. He has not learned to despise the d
136、ust, 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. Kee
137、p 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 G
138、IFT 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 a
139、t 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 w
140、ith a song, breaking through all barriers. But the mountain stays and remembers, and follows her with his love. MY SONG 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 wi
141、ll 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.
142、名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 17 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - - 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
143、 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
144、 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 tak
145、e 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 your head and in silence complete the worship of the day. THE LAST BARGAIN COME and hire me, I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road. Swo
146、rd in hand, the King came in his chariot. He held my hand and said, I will hire you with my power. But his power counted for nought, and he went away in his chariot. In the heat of the midday the houses stood with shut doors. I wandered along the crooked lane. An old man came out with his bag of gol
147、d. He pondered and said, I will hire you with my money. He weighed his coins one by one, but I turned away. It was evening. The garden hedge was all aflower. The fair maid came out and said, I will hire you with a smile. Her smile paled and melted into tears, and she went back alone into the dark. T
148、he sun glistened on the sand, and the sea waves broke waywardly. A child sat playing with shells. He raised his head and seemed to know me, and said, I hire you with nothing. From thenceforward that bargain struck in childs play made me a free man. 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 18 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - - THE END 本文由派派txt 小说论坛提供下载，更多好书请访问http:/ 名师资料总结 - - -精品资料欢迎下载 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 名师精心整理 - - - - - - - 第 19 页，共 19 页 - - - - - - - - -
