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Don't Dress me Like a King
by Kumud Biswas
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  With ornaments and jewels
When you dress the child like a king
His burden becomes great
He cannot play
In frolic and fun
When running around
He becomes worried
Lest it is torn
Lest it becomes soiled
He keeps himself away from all
With ornaments and jewels
When you dress the child like a king.

Tell me O mother
What is the use of these jewels
What is the use in getting dressed like a king?
Open your gate and let me run
In the wind and sun
On the way full of dust and mud
All have gathered there to play
They are playing many games
They are singing many songs
In so many tunes
Let me have a place among them all.

With ornaments and jewels
Tell me O mother
Why do you dress me like a king!

Translation of the poem no.127 from the collection Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore.
The original is at http://www.rabindra-rachanabali.nltr.org/node/11988
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August 12, 2007
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