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    The Crescent Moon
    The Crescent Moon
    The Crescent Moon
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    The Crescent Moon

    By Rabindranath Tagore

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    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 deeper into the darkness, and the widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent.

    Suddenly a boy's 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 sugar-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 cradles and beds, mothers' hearts and evening lamps, and young lives glad with a gladness that knows nothing of its value for the world.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBookIt.com
    Release dateApr 26, 2016
    ISBN9781456616120
    The Crescent Moon
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    Rabindranath Tagore

    Rabindranath Tagore, India's most well-known poet and litterateur and arguably the finest Bengali poet ever, reshaped Bengali literature and music. He became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913.Gulzar, an acclaimed film-maker, lyricist and author, he is the recipient of a number of Filmfare and National Awards, the Oscar for Best Lyricist and the Dadasaheb Phalke Award.

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      The Crescent Moon - Rabindranath Tagore

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      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 deeper into the darkness, and the widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent.

      Suddenly a boy's 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 sugar-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 cradles 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 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 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 meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's 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 abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.

      THE SOURCE

      THE sleep that flits on baby's eyes—does anybody know from where it comes? Yes, there is a 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 baby's eyes.

      The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps—does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a

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