The Hero -Rabindranath Tagore
Mother let us imagine we are traveling
And going through a strange and dangerous country
Mother, don’t be afraid
Mother I’m here to protect you
It’s evening and the sun goes down, nothing to be seen in the wide field
Hear the hawing of the animals in distance
Mother don’t be afraid
Mother I’m here to protect you
It’s dark and dim on the land and sky, we can’t tell where we are going
Suddenly a fearful yell, running towards us
Mother, I am here
Mother, I am here
Long stick in their hand, they come nearer and nearer
I shout, don’t come closer, one more step you are dead
Mother, just watch me
Mother, just watch me
My sword and their sward crush against each other
The fight becomes so fearful, it would give you a cold shoulder
Mother, stray behind
Mother, stay behind
Many of them fly away, other cut into pieces
Sitting all by yourself, your boy must be dead by now
Mother, the fight is over now
Mother, the fight is over now
I’m all stand with blood, you come to kiss my forehead
I don’t know what I should do, if I hadn’t my boy to escort me
Mother, I am here
Mother, I am here
A thousand useless things happen
Why couldn’t such a thing come true?
It would be like a story in a book
Our village people would say
Was it lucky the boy was with his mother?
Was it lucky the boy was with his mother?
Mother let us imagine we are traveling
And going through a strange and dangerous country
Mother, don’t be afraid
Mother I’m here to protect you
It’s evening and the sun goes down, nothing to be seen in the wide field
Hear the hawing of the animals in distance
Mother don’t be afraid
Mother I’m here to protect you
It’s dark and dim on the land and sky, we can’t tell where we are going
Suddenly a fearful yell, running towards us
Mother, I am here
Mother, I am here
Long stick in their hand, they come nearer and nearer
I shout, don’t come closer, one more step you are dead
Mother, just watch me
Mother, just watch me
My sword and their sward crush against each other
The fight becomes so fearful, it would give you a cold shoulder
Mother, stray behind
Mother, stay behind
Many of them fly away, other cut into pieces
Sitting all by yourself, your boy must be dead by now
Mother, the fight is over now
Mother, the fight is over now
I’m all stand with blood, you come to kiss my forehead
I don’t know what I should do, if I hadn’t my boy to escort me
Mother, I am here
Mother, I am here
A thousand useless things happen
Why couldn’t such a thing come true?
It would be like a story in a book
Our village people would say
Was it lucky the boy was with his mother?
Was it lucky the boy was with his mother?
