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The Crescent Moon - By Rabindranath Tagore - Translated from the original Bengali by the author. Children’s Poetry I PACED alone on the road across the field while the sunset was hiding its last gold like a miser. The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent. Suddenly a boy's shrill voice rose into the sky. He traversed the dark unseen, leaving the track of his song across the hush of the evening. His village home lay there at the end of the waste land, beyond the sugar-cane field, hidden among the shadows of the banana and the slender areca palm, the cocoa-nut and the dark green jack-fruit trees. I stopped for a moment in my lonely way under the starlight, and saw spread before me the darkened earth surrounding with her arms countless homes furnished with cradles and beds, mothers' hearts and evening lamps, and young lives glad with a gladness that knows nothing of its value for the world.

《新月集》是泰戈尔的代表作之一，具有很大的影响，在世界各地被译为多种文字版本，是早被译为中文版本的泰戈尔作品之一。在诗中，诗人生动地描绘了儿童们的游戏，巧妙地表现了孩子们的心理，以及他们活泼的想象。它特殊隽永的艺术魅力把我们带到了一个纯洁美丽的儿童世界，勾起了我们对于童年生活的美好回忆和向往。（The Crescent Moon is one of Tagore’s representative works with great influence and has been translated into editions of many languages around the world. It is one of Tagore’s works that have been translated into Chinese earlier. In the poems, the poet vividly describes children’s games, skillfully displays children’s psychology and their lively imagination. Its special and meaningful artistic charm brings us to a pure and beautiful world of children and reminds us of our beautiful memories and yearnings for childhood.）

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Excerpt from The Crescent Moon I wish I could take 'a quiet corner Mother, I do want to leave of my lessons Mother, let us imagine we are travelling Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds Mother, the light has grown grey. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

In The Crescent Moon, Rabindranath Tagore brings alive the world of a child--in some poems he describes the simple joys of children at play, while in others, he feels the bonds of affection between mother and child, and in yet others, he expresses wonder at the earthly beauty all around us. Also included here are some of his most thought-provoking stories with themes that are relevant for children. In 'The Kabuliwalla' little Minnie becomes friendly with a burly Afghan man, but will she remember him when he returns after many years? 'The Parrot's Tale' is an allegory about the perils of the modern system of education, and 'The Kingdom of Cards', set in a fantasy land of cards, is a powerful statement against the stifling of freedom of any kind.

The Crescent Moon"" is a culmination of the saint in poetry, an eternal song of mother love and childrens simplicity, a colorful picture that weaves dreams into reality. The Crescent Moon is mainly translated from the Bengali poetry anthology Childrens Anthology published in 1903, some of which are created in English directly. In the anthology, the poet describes vividly childrens games and shows skillfully childrens psychology as well as their lively imagination. Under the guide of its special and meaningful artistic charm, we can step into the pure childrens world and bring back our wonderful childhood memories.

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I PACED alone on the road across the field while the sunset was hiding its last gold like a miser. The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent. Suddenly a boy's shrill voice rose into the sky. He traversed the dark unseen, leaving the track of his song across the hush of the evening. His village home lay there at the end of the waste land, beyond the sugar-cane field, hidden among the shadows of the banana and the slender areca palm, the cocoa-nut and the dark green jack-fruit trees. I stopped for a moment in my lonely way under the starlight, and saw spread before me the darkened earth surrounding with her arms countless homes furnished with cradles and beds, mothers' hearts and evening lamps, and young lives glad with a gladness that knows nothing of its value for the world.