Baby's Way

"If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.

It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.
He loves to rest his head on mother's bosom, and cannot ever bear to lose sight of her.

Baby knows all manner of wise words, though few on earth can understand their meaning.
It is not for nothing that he never wants to speak.
The one thing he wants is to learn mother's words from mother's lips. That is why he looks so innocent.

Baby had a heap of gold and pearls, yet he came like a beggar on to this earth.
It is not for nothing he came in such a disguise.This dear little naked mendicant pretends to be utterly helpless, so that he may beg for mother's wealth of love.

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Baby was so free from every tie in the land of the tiny crescent moon.
It was not for nothing he gave up his freedom.
He knows that there is room for endless joy in mother's little corner of a heart, and it is sweeter far than liberty to be caught and pressed in her dear arms.

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Baby never knew how to cry. He dwelt in the land of perfect bliss.
It is not for nothing he has chosen to shed tears.Though with the smile of his dear face he draws mother's yearning heart to him, yet his little cries over tiny troubles weave the double bond of pity and love. "

Rabindranath Tagore

Um mendigo

"Eu estava mendigando de porta em porta no caminho da aldeia, quando a Tua carruagem de ouro apareceu ao longe, como um sonho deslumbrante. E eu fiquei me perguntando, extasiado, quem seria esse Rei dos reis.

As minhas esperanças voaram alto, e eu pensei que os meus dias infelizes tinham chegado ao fim. E fiquei sentado, esperando esmolas dadas sem serem pedidas, e um tesouro derramado pelo chão, em todo o lugar.

A carruagem parou onde eu estava sentado. O Teu olhar pousou sobre mim e desceste sorrindo. Senti que a felicidade da minha vida por fim havia chegado. Então, inesperadamente, estendeste a mão direita e perguntaste: " Que tens tu para Me dar?"

Ah, mas que gesto régio foi esse o de abrir a Tua mão para pedir esmola a um mendigo? Fiquei confuso e parei indeciso. Então, bem devagar, tirei do meu alforje um grão de trigo, o menor de todos, e o entreguei a Ti. Contudo, qual não foi a minha surpresa quando, no final do dia, esvaziei o meu alforje no chão, e encontrei um grão de ouro entre as pobres migalhas que restavam! Chorei amargamente, lamentando não ter tido a coragem de entregar-me todo a Ti."

Tagore