Mother, this morning the young Princess will pass in front of our door! How can I continue my work? Show me how to comb my hair and what to wear...
Mother, why do you look at me with astonishment? Yes, I know she will not look up to my window. I know I will see her only for an instant; that all will be like the ethereal melody of a flute, sobbing for me from afar...
But the young Princess will pass in front of our door, and I want to prepare myself in the best way for this moment.
Mother, the young Princess has already passed in front of our door, and the morning sun shone on her carriage. I chose the best gift, a ruby necklace, and threw it in her path...
Mother, why do you look at me with astonishment? Yes, I know she did not pick up my gift. I know the necklace was crushed under the wheels of her carriage, and that only the red stain on the ground remained of it. I know no one will know what my gift was, nor who it was...
But the young Princess passed in front of our door, and I threw the jewel of my heart in her path.
[Paraphrase of a lyrical text by Rabindranath Tagore]
Mother, this morning the young Princess will pass in front of our door! How can I continue my work? Show me how to comb my hair and what to wear...
Mother, why do you look at me with astonishment? Yes, I know she will not look up to my window. I know I will see her only for an instant; that all will be like the ethereal melody of a flute, sobbing for me from afar...
But the young Princess will pass in front of our door, and I want to prepare myself in the best way for this moment.
Mother, the young Princess has already passed in front of our door, and the morning sun shone on her carriage. I chose the best gift, a ruby necklace, and threw it in her path...
Mother, why do you look at me with astonishment? Yes, I know she did not pick up my gift. I know the necklace was crushed under the wheels of her carriage, and that only the red stain on the ground remained of it. I know no one will know what my gift was, nor who it was...
But the young Princess passed in front of our door, and I threw the jewel of my heart in her path.
[Paraphrase of a lyrical text by Rabindranath Tagore]
