Becoming, a translation from Rabindranath Tagore, part one

Still, halfhearted I see, for a blossoming may I am an audacity, yet underneath in serenity, oddity I shall be someday, grandiose, someone I shall be, some day, like my father My sibling, if reluctant or so, willy in taming birds in cages I will admonish the reason, And I will advise, "Study, and you will be a deep silence, undisturbed." I will say, "Bad boy, you are a naughty one, too much!" When I will grow up, one day, like my father. I will borrow my brother's cage And I will tame a few good birds, a few of them. When, it will be half past ten. I will not rush to expiation. My umbrella on my back, and we We will have a walk around, wandering nowhere to be, When the mentor will be around to grab a state I will surmise the ruefulness and the wooden trace When he will ask, "Your board, and you? It is getting late here, do what you have to do." I will say, "The little one is no more, I have become my father, I have become so." The mentor will then comment, "Stay, little pal, so long for now." The playtime in the orchard. my friendly one will take me there, twilight hour, I will be a scolding one, and I will say, "I have a lot to do, do not be a noisy one, here." On the festive day, when they will gather around to see, I will be a lonely one, fearless and I shall be When my elders will rush and say "You will be lost, allow me, and follow me, I will say, " Look at me, and see, old man! Look at me, my father I have become!" My elder will have a look and say, "I see! "My kid is a grown up one, truly!" When I will grow up, on the very first day, My mother will be here, that day, after morning bath When she will return home and enter that old house, from the backend. And she will ponder, "No noise, why so?" And by then I knew how to key the clause and bribe the reason, and the maid too Ma will rush there and hush me, then. "My son, what have you done!" I will say, "I am paying for the monthly pay I have become my father, in becoming so, I say!" When the means will no longer be, and the food platter Nothing matters there, I will surmise the reason. When the harvesting season will be around, We will be around for the festivity, a rural one, My father and the sailboat and from a far, she will approach, The anchor will reach the land of the village, a rural one Father will be a guess there to be, A little one, will always be there, to see cute booties and shirts and vibrant colors are those! (Incomplete)