Author: Tagore
If I become a golden flower, just for fun, growing on the high branches of that tree,
Laughing and swaying in the wind, dancing on new leaves,
Mom, will you know me?
If you cry and say, "Where are you, son?" "
I secretly laughed there, but I was silent.
I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
When taking a bath, my wet hair falls over my shoulders and passes through the golden flowers shaded by green trees.
When you go to the small courtyard of prayer, you will smell the fragrance of this flower.
But I didn't know the smell came from me.
2. Give it to my mother
Degaudez
Although I haven't said hello or written to you for a long time, don't let your heart doubt.
It seems that your son's due love for you has disappeared from my chest.
Never, just like that stone, it has taken root under the water forever.
It will never leave its position, even if it is running water.
Sometimes the wind and waves, sometimes the soft waves flow, making people invisible.
My love for you is so inseparable.
In my chest, despite the long river of life,
Sometimes I am hit by pain and roll violently.
Sometimes quietly caressed by happiness,
Coverage and blockade make it impossible.
You can't reflect around the sun.
The returning sunshine is in front of your loving mother.
Let you know how much your son respects you.