"Golden Flower"
Author: Rabindranath Tagore
If I changed into a golden flower,
Just for fun, it would grow on On the high branches of the tree,
swaying in the wind with laughter,
dancing on the new leaves again,
Mom, you will know me What?
What if you shouted: "Child, where are you?"
I secretly laughed there, but made no sound.
I want to quietly open the petals and watch you work.
After you take a bath, your wet hair is spread on your shoulders, and you walk through the shade of golden flowers.
Walk to When you pray in the small courtyard, you will smell the fragrance of this flower, but you will not know that this fragrance comes from me.