Tagore's English poems are as follows:
1. "WHERE have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked its mother. "Where did you pick me up?" the child asked his mother.
She answered half crying, half laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast,-- "You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling. Half-crying, half-laughing, she replied - "You were once hidden in my heart as my wish, my baby.
You were in the dolls of my childhood's games; and when with clay I made the image of my god every morning, I made and unmade you then. Every morning I molded my idol out of clay, and it was you who I molded and crushed again and again.
You were enshrined with our household deity, in his worship I worshiped you. You were worshiped together with our family patron saint, and when I worshiped the family god, I worshiped you as well.
In all my hopes 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. Replacing.
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 glow in the sky before the sunrise. There was a ray of light in the sky before coming out.
Heaven's first darling, twin-born with the morning light, you have floated down the stream of the world's life, and at last you have stranded on my heart. Brother, you floated down from the life stream of the world and finally came to rest in my heart.
As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me; you who belong to all have become mine. When I gaze at your face, a sense of mystery overwhelms me; you who belong to everyone have become mine.
For fear of losing you I hold you tight to my breast. What magic has snared the world's treasure in these slender arms of mine?" "For fear of losing you, I hold you tight to my breast. forward.
What magic brings the treasures of this world into my tiny arms?"
2. Start the children's worldBabys world
I WISH I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's 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 clouds and rainbows. I know the stars talk to him and the sky stoops down to amuse him with its silly clouds 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. People who could walk brought their stories and plates full of colorful toys to his window.
I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind. , and out beyond all bounds; I wish I could march on the road that crosses the hearts of children, free from all constraints;
Where messengers run errands for no cause 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. Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, and Truth sets Fact free from its fetters. Reason flies away as a kite made of her laws, and truth frees facts from their shackles.