The Crescent Moon by Unknown
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I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour. Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!" Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies. I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver. With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain. In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game. THE ASTRONOMER I only said, "When in the evening the round full moon gets entangled among the branches of that Kadam tree, couldn't somebody catch it?" But dâdâ [elder brother] laughed at me and said, "Baby, |
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