The Beginning
"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?
the baby asked its mother.
When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered as a fragrance about it.
Your tender softness blossomed in my youthful limbs, like a glow in the sky before the sunrise.
Heaven's first darling, twin-born with the morning light, you have floated down the stream of the world's life, and at last you have stranded on my heart."
The Crescent Moon
Rabindranath Tagore
the baby asked its mother.
When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered as a fragrance about it.
Your tender softness blossomed in my youthful limbs, like a glow in the sky before the sunrise.
Heaven's first darling, twin-born with the morning light, you have floated down the stream of the world's life, and at last you have stranded on my heart."
The Crescent Moon
Rabindranath Tagore
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