Читать книгу Gitanjali & Fruit-Gathering - Rabindranath Tagore - Страница 22
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ОглавлениеI brought out my earthen lamp from my house and cried, "Come, children, I will light your path!"
The night was still dark when I returned, leaving the road to its silence, crying, "Light me, O Fire! for my earthen lamp lies broken in the dust!"