（by 泰戈爾）
Supposing I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother?
假如我變成壹朵金色花，只是為了好玩，長在那棵樹的高枝上，笑哈哈地在風中搖擺，又在新生的樹葉上跳舞，媽媽，妳會認識我麽？
You would call, "Baby, where are you?" and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quiet.
妳要是叫道:“孩子，妳在哪裏呀?”我暗暗地在那裏匿笑，卻壹聲兒不響。
I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work.
我要悄悄地開放花瓣兒，看著妳工作。
When after your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders, you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the little court where you say your prayers, you would notice the scent of the flower, but not know that it came from me.
當妳沐浴後，濕發披在兩肩，穿過金色花的林蔭，走到妳做禱告的小庭院時，妳會嗅到這花的香氣，卻不知道這香氣是從我身上來的。
When after the midday meal, you sat at the window reading Ramayana, and the tree's shadow fell over your hair and yourlap. I should fling my wee little shadow on to the page of your book, just where you were reading.
當妳吃過中飯，坐在窗前讀《羅摩衍那》，那棵樹的陰影落在妳的頭發與膝上時，我便要投我的小小的影子在妳的書頁上，正投在妳所讀的地方。
But would you guess that it was the tiny shadow of your little child?
但是妳會猜得出這就是妳的小孩子的小影子麽？
When in the evening you went to the cow-shed with the lighted lampin your hand. I should suddenly drop on to the earth again and be your own baby once more, and beg you to tell me a story.
當妳黃昏時拿了燈到牛棚裏去，我便要突然地再落到地上來，又成了妳的孩子，求妳講個故事給我聽。
"Where have you been, you naughty child?"
“妳到哪裏去了，妳這壞孩子?”
"I won't tell you, mother." That's what you and I would say then.
“我不告訴妳，媽媽。”這就是妳同我那時所要說的話了。
孩提的世界，空靈而純凈，或許有幾分頑皮，但對母親深深的愛與依戀卻與生俱來。
泰戈爾在這首《金色花》中就化作了這樣壹個小孩子，以獨特的方式與母親嬉戲，天真無邪又有壹絲狡黠。
年少時語文課本中第壹次接觸了這首小小的散文詩，便愛上了它。
不僅僅因為詩中孩子對母親的眷念，更因為其中輕柔而靈動的文字，仿佛初夏的微風拂過，悅動而美好。
譬如“danced upon the newly budded leaves(在新生的樹葉上跳舞)”，“slyly open my petals(悄悄地開放花瓣兒)，“the tree's shadow fell over your hair and your lap (那棵樹的陰影落在妳的頭發與膝上)”等等。
壹幀幀鮮活的畫面躍然紙上，既有故事的場景與節奏，又有詩歌的韻律與靈妙。
詩中的小孩子，仿佛是大自然的精靈，擁有世人不曾察覺的魔法，偷偷地與母親玩兒起了捉迷藏。
而母親溫柔、慈愛而又虔誠，即使是小小地嗔怪，“Where have you been, you naughty child?”也定然是滿眼的愛意。
當調皮的孩子得意地說，“I won't tell you, mother”亦是惹來讀者忍俊不禁的笑意。
世間父母與孩子之間的愛，大概是世間最無私而純粹的情感了。
在姐姐家的小姑娘出生後，我親眼見證了壹個小小的生命從混混沌沌的狀態，壹點點蹣跚學步、牙牙學語，長成壹個小小兒童。
看著她滿是稚氣的小嗓子壹遍又壹遍地喊著“媽媽”時，姐姐臉上溢滿的幸福，才真正深深體會的孩子與母親心靈的聯結。
小姑娘還不足兩歲，仍處於對這個世界的探索階段，可是大人們嘴上說的簡單指令，她也會屁顛屁顛地邁著小碎步去完成，累了困了餓了，只要媽媽才能哄好。
而做了母親以後的老姐，從此以後有了軟肋，又有了世間最牢固的鎧甲。
生命的輪回最是奇妙，在啼哭中降臨世上的孩子，在母親的臂彎中長大，羽翼漸豐之後獨自闖蕩，而最終又為人父母，在撫育下壹輩中真正懂得愛的意義。
偶爾某個瞬間，當慣了大人的我們，是不是也可以回到孩提時代，悄悄化作壹朵金色花，與母親壹起捉迷藏呢~