टप् टप् पडती Drip Drip They Fall

मुलांच्या अंगावर प्राजक्ताच्या झाडावरून फुले टप् टप् आवाज करत पडत आहेत. त्याचवेळी वाऱ्याचा भिर् भिर् आवाज येत असतो, आणि त्या तालावर मुलांचे गाणे आपोआप जुळून येते.

In the first stanza the poet opens the scene. As the children play on the meadow, a gentle shower of Prajakta flowers falls on them, each blossom landing with a soft 'tap tap' sound. At the same time the blowing wind makes a 'bhir bhir' sound, and interestingly the children's song falls naturally into step with both these rhythms, as though nature itself were accompanying them.

कुरणावर आणि झाडांखाली ऊन आणि सावली मिळून एक सुंदर नक्षी विणत आहेत. त्याचवेळी वेगाने वारा येतो आणि ते पाहून गवतही आनंदाने डुलू लागते.

In the second stanza the poet paints another beautiful picture of the surroundings. On the meadow and in the shade of the trees, sunlight and shadow come together to give the illusion of weaving a delicate net over the ground. At the same moment a swift breeze begins to blow, and touched by that wind, the blades of grass too seem to sway with delight.

मुलांच्या गाण्याचे सूर लांबवर पसरतात आणि जणू पिवळ्या उन्हात न्हाऊन निघतात. हे सुंदर दृश्य पाहून धरतीही हसते आहे, आणि फांदीवर एक झोपाळा हळुवारपणे झुलत आहे.

In the third stanza the poet describes the notes of the song. The children's melody spreads far into the distance, seeming to bathe in the golden sunlight. Watching this whole joyous scene, the earth itself seems to break into a smile, and a swing tied to a branch nearby sways gently, as though nature too has joined in the celebration.

मुलांचे गाणे म्हणजे जणू झुळझुळ वारा, लुकलुक तारा, पाऊस आणि मोरपीस बनले आहे. शेवटी कवी सर्व मुलांना फुलांसारखे आनंदाने फुलण्याचे आणि एकसुरात गाण्याचे आवाहन करतात, कारण जे आनंदाने गातात तेच खरे शहाणे असतात, बाकी सगळे खुळे असतात.

In the final two stanzas the poet links the children's song to nature's many forms - sometimes it feels like a gentle breeze, sometimes like a twinkling star in the sky, sometimes like rain, and sometimes like a peacock's feather. In this way the children's song and nature become one and the same. Finally, addressing all children, the poet says they should bloom joyfully like flowers and blend their voices together in song, because those who sing with genuine joy are the truly wise ones, while those who never experience this joy remain foolish.