![]() Sanatan gives it to him so easily that the pauper is compelled to contemplate that. When the pauper tells the religious man that he is poor and his dream told him to ask, the sacred man gives the pauper the only value he has. Then he rose and came slowly to Sanatan and said, “Master, give me the least fraction of that wealth that disdains the wealth of all the world.”Īnd he threw away the gem into the water. The Brahmin sat on the earth and mused alone till the sun went down behind the trees, and cowherds went home with their cattle. He pointed out the spot to the Brahmin, who dug up the stone and was surprised. When suddenly Sanatan remembered he had picked up a stone of priceless value from the pebbles on the banks of the river, and thinking that someone might need it had hid it in the sands. “But my lord Shiva came to me in my dreams,” said the Brahmin, “and counselled me to come to you.” “My alms-bowl is all that is my own,” said Santan. Sanatan was telling his beads by the Ganges when a Brahmin in rags came to him and said, “Help me, I am poor!” The virtue of the children is deepened when the poet talks about “Death-dealing waves.” No matter how innocent children may be, the natural world and its dangers are always looming. It illustrates the innocence of childhood by throwing in comparisons of adult activities like work. In this poem, the words dance the way the children dance on the seashore. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children. 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 children meet. The sea plays with children, 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 surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. They seek not for hidden treasures, 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 know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. Through the wife’s realization, this poem teaches us that our loved ones will always be with us, in our hearts. Losing a loved one is one of the most challenging experiences a human being has in their life. “In my heart is my lord, one with me,” said the woman.Īfter the first reading of this poem, the wisdom of Rabindranath Tagore hits you right in the heart. When the month was scarcely over, her neighbours came to her, asking, “Woman, have you found your husband?” ![]() Tulsidas came to her every day and gave her high thoughts to think, till her heart was filled to the brim with divine love. Before the month is over you will find your husband.” ![]() Tulsidas smiled and said to her, “Go back to your home, my child. “For heaven I do not long,” said the woman. “Is not this earth also His who made heaven?” “Why such hurry, my daughter?” asked Tulsidas. She rose as she saw him, bowed to him, and said, “Permit me, Master, with your blessing, to follow my husband to heaven.” ![]() He found a woman sitting at the feet of the corpse of her dead husband, gaily dressed as for a wedding. In the below list, only the most notable are shown.Tulsidas, the poet, was wandering, deep in thought, by the Ganges, in that lonely spot where they burn their dead. Note that not all translations are of the same quality. For instance, The Supreme Night, One Night and A Single Night are all translations of the same story. ![]() With many of Tagore's stories, there has been more than one translation by more than one translator. This list is incomplete you can help by adding missing items. ![]()
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