TheCrestMoon
拉宾德拉纳特·泰戈尔/RabdranathTagore
TheHo
Ipacedaloneontheroadacrossthef？ieldwhilethesuwashidgitsstgoldlikeaiser.
Thedaylightsankdeeperanddeepertothedarkness，andthewidowednd，whoseharvesthadbeenreaped，ysilent.
Suddenlyaboy’sshrillvoicerosetothesky.Hetraversedthedarkunseen，leavgthetrackofhissongacrossthehhoftheeveng.
Hisvilgehoythereattheendofthewastend，beyondthesugar-ef？ield，hiddenaongtheshadowsofthebananaandtheslenderareca-pal，thenutandthedarkgreenjack-fruittrees.
Ispedforaontylonelywayuhestarlight，andsawspreadbeforethedarkehsurroundgwithherarsuntlesshosfurnishedwithcradlesandbeds，others’heartsandevengps，andyounglivesgdwithagdhatknowsnothgofitsvaefortheworld.
TheBegng
“WherehaveIefro，wheredidyoupickup？thebabyaskeditsother.
“Youwerehiddenyheartasitsdesire，ydarlg.Andheansweredhalfcryg，halfughg，andcspgthebabytoherbreast.
“Youwerethedollsofychildhood’sgas；andwhenwithcyIadetheiageofygodevery，Iadeandunadeyouthen.
“Youwereenshredwithourhoeholddeity，hisworshipIworshippedyou.
“Inallyhopesandyloves，ylife，thelifeofyotheryouhavelived.
“InthepofthedeathlessSpiritwhorulesourhoyouhavebeennursedfes.
“Whengirlhoodyheartengitspetals，youhoveredasafragranceaboutit.
“Yourtendersoftnessbloodyyouthfullibs，likeaglowtheskybeforethesunrise.