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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=479964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lover's Gifts XXII: I Shall Gladly Suffer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house,<br>if only in some happy future I am born a herd-boy in the Brinda<br>forest.<br> The herd-boy who grazes his cattle sitting under the banyan<br>tree, and idly weaves gunja flowers into garlands, who loves to<br>splash and plunge in the Jamuna's cool deep stream.<br> He calls his companions to wake up when morning dawns, and all<br>the houses in the lane hum with the sound of the churn, clouds of<br>dust are raised by the cattle, the maidens come out in the<br>courtyard to milk the king.<br> As the shadows deepen under the tomal trees, and the dusk<br>gathers on the river-banks; when the milkmaids, while crossing the<br>turbulent water, tremble with fear; and loud peacocks, with tails<br>outspread, dance in the forest, he watchers the summer clouds.<br> When the April night is sweet as a fresh-blown flower, he<br>disappears in the forest with a peacock's plume in his hair; the<br>swing ropes are twined with flowers on the branches; the south wind<br>throbs with music, and the merry shepherd boys crowd on the banks<br>of the blue river.<br> No, I will never be the leader, brothers, of this new age of<br>new Bengal; I shall not trouble to light the lamp of culture for<br>the benighted. If only I could be born, under the shady asoka<br>groves, in some village of Brinda, where milk is churned by the<br>maidens!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rabindranath+Tagore">Rabindranath Tagore</a><div class=q>
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