by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)
Translation by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)
Why do you sit there and jingle your...
Language: English after the Bangla (Bengali)
Why do you sit there and jingle your bracelets in mere idle sport? Fill your pitcher. It is time for you to come home. Why do you stir the water with your hands and fitfully glance at the road for some one in mere idle sport? Fill your pitcher and come home. The morning hours pass by -- the dark waters flows on. The waves are laughing and whispering to each other in mere idle sport. The wandering clouds have gathered at the edge of the sky on yonder rise of the land. They linger and look at your face and smile in mere idle sport. Fill your pitcher and come home.
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- by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title, appears in The Gardener, no. 23, first published 1913 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- a text in Bangla (Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941) [text unavailable]
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