1. If I become a golden flower, mom, will you know me? If you yell, "Where are you, son?" I'll be there secretly laughing. I will quietly open my petals and watch you work. Are the clothes you wear after taking a shower the soap bubbles you used? Do you wear my dad's shirt when you pray?
Have you seen my playmate? Mom, do you miss me already? I want you to hold me in your arms and put me on your lap. But I'm invisible now. I don't exist anymore. You can smell what I used. You must smell it!
When you read, I will project my shadow on your page. Can you guess whose this golden flower belongs to? Close the door when you want to go out. I will wait outside in advance. Then you will never know who I am.
The original text of Golden Flower
1. If I were a golden flower, I would happily grow on a tall branch, swing in the air with a smile and dance on new leaves. Mom, will you know me? If you yell, "Where are you, son?" I snickered there, but didn't say a word. I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
2. When you take a bath, your wet hair is put on your shoulders, and you walk through the shade of golden flowers to the small courtyard of prayer. You will smell the flowers, but you don't know that the fragrance comes from me. When you sit at the window and read Ramayana after lunch, the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees, and I will cast my little shadow on your page, where you are reading.
But can you guess that this is your child's small shadow? When you go to the cowshed with a lamp at dusk, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child again. Please tell me a story. "Where have you been, you bad boy?" "I won't tell you, mom." That's what you and I were trying to say.