Tagore’s: The Merchant

One of Rabindranath Tagore’s poems I like.

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Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travel

into strange lands.

Imagine that my boat is ready at the landing fully laden.

Now think well, mother, before you say what I shall bring for

you when I come back.

Mother, do you want heaps and heaps of gold?

There, by the banks of golden streams, fields are full of

golden harvest.

And in the shade of the forest path the golden champ flower

drop on the ground.

I will gather them all for you in many hundred baskets.

Mother, do you want pearls big as the raindrops of autumn?

I shall cross to the pearl island shore.

There in the early morning light pearls tremble on the meadow

flowers, pearls drop on the grass, and pearls are scattered on the

sand in spray by the wild sea-waves.

My brother shall have a pair of horses with wings to fly among

the clouds.

For father I shall bring a magic pen that, without his

knowing, will write of itself.

For you, mother, I must have the casket and jewel that cost

seven kings their kingdom.

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