Gitanjali — Song 8
Gitanjali — Song 8
Rabindranath Tagore
The child who is decked with prince’s robes and who has jewelled chains
round his neck loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at
every step.
In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps himself
from the world, and is afraid even to move.
Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keep one shut off
from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of
entrance to the great fair of common human life.
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Complete 103-poem English Gitanjali, translated by the author and published in 1912. · Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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