泰戈尔 新月集 小大人
The little big man
The Crescent Moon by Tagore
I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I am as old as my father is.My teacher will come and say, &`&It is late, bring your slate and your books.&`&
I shall tell him, &`&Do you not know I am as big as father? And I must not have lessons any more.&`&
My master will wonder and say, &`&He can leave his books if he likes, for he is grown up.&`&
I shall dress myself and walk to the fair where the crowd is thick.
My uncle will come rushing up to me and say, &`&You will get lost, my boy; let me carry you.&`&
I shall answer, &`&Can&`&t you see, uncle, I am as big as father. I must go to the fair alone.&`& Uncle will say, &`&Yes, he can go wherever he likes, for he is grown up.&`&
Mother will come from her bath when I am giving money to my nurse, for I shall know how to open the box with my key.
Mother will say, &`&What are you about, naughty child?&`&
I shall tell her, &`&Mother, don&`&t you know, I am as big as father, and I must give silver to my nurse.&`&
Mother will say to herself, &`&He can give money to whom he likes, for he is grown up.&`&
In the holiday time in October father will come home and, thinking that I am still a baby, will bring for me from the town little shoes and small silken frocks.
I shall say,&`&Father, give them to my dada[elder brother], for I am as big as you are.&`& Father will think and say, &`&He can buy his own clothes if he likes, for he is grown up.