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[Genuine] Bo Set Collection Museum - the growth of young people must-read books: Gitanjali (illustration collection this) (Collector's Edition)(Chinese Edition)

paperback. Condición: New. Ship out in 2 business day, And Fast shipping, Free Tracking number will be provided after the shipment.Paperback. Pub Date :2012-09-01 Pages: 220 Publisher: Hunan Art Publishing Basic information title: Bo Set Collection Museum - the growth of young people. must-read books: Gitanjali (Illustrator the collection this) (Collector's Edition ) List Price: 24.00 yuan: Tetai Gore (Rabindranath Tagore) Press: Hunan Art Publishing House Publication Date: September 1. 2012 ISBN: 9.787.540.457.020 words: Pages: 220 Edition: 1st Edition Binding : Paperback: 32 Item ID: asinB008V5PZ24 Editor's Choice Gitanjali Editor's Choice: Asia's first poet Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel Prize for literature as presented to God's Song of Life famous writer Bing Xin authoritative translation. Abstract No directory No Author Author: the (the India) Tetai Gore (Rabindranath Tagore) Translator: of Bing Xin Tetai Gore (Rabindranath Tagore .1861-1941). Indian poet. philosopher . won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913. is the first woman to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. Asian and Indian nationalists. Tagore's poems have epic status in India. Masterpiece Gitanjali Crescent Moon the gardener set Birds . Abstracts copyright page: illustrations: forty-seven night was the best. waiting for him in the empty. I'm afraid. he suddenly came to my door early in the morning. I was tired to sleep. Oh. my friends. to his open door strike - forbid him not. For the sound of his feet woke me. please do not wake me up. I do not want the clamorous choir of birds. and to celebrate the dawn of the carnival of the wind. I was awakened from his sleep. Even if my Lord suddenly came to my door. let me sleep undisturbed. Oh. my sleep. precious sleep. just waiting for his touch to vanish. Oh. my closed eyes. only in the light of his smile open their lids. when he standing in front of me like a dream emerging from the darkness of sleep. Him as the first light and image. to be presented in front of my eyes. His vision become my awakening soul first Viiv. Let me the self returns become converts to his site. Forty-eight morning sea of ??silence broke into ripples of bird songs; the roadside flowers Zhengyan Doo Yan; hurry hurry and paid no heed. cloud scattered through the rift brilliant golden light. We do not sing the song and not frolic; we went not to the village for barter; we spoke nor smiled; we lingered not on the road. The passage of time. we have also accelerated the pace. The sun climbs the sky and doves cooed in the shade. The dead leaves fluttering in the hot air of noon. Under the banyan tree. the shepherd boy doing his tired dream. I was lying under the water's edge. and stretched my tired limbs on the grass. My companions laughed at me; their heads high and hurried; They do not back nor rested; them disappear into the distant blue haze. They crossed many mountains. after a strange. distant place. Hero on the long-distance teams Oh. glorious belongs to you! Mockery and reproach pricked me to rise. but I did not respond. I myself up for lost in the depths of a glad humiliation - in the vague shadow of happiness. Quiet sun woven shade slowly enveloped my heart. I have forgotten the purpose of travel bottom. I have no resistance to my mind to the maze of shadows and songs. No media recommendedFour Satisfaction guaranteed,or money back. Nº de ref. del artículo: FS048165

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