O Those Colorful Old Days - Original By Rabindranath Tagore

Those days have left my gold cage O those colorful old days They have untied knots of Pain and joy in so many ways O those colorful old days! They will learn the craft of Writing songs from my soul – It was their intention I know it was their goal! Without saying a word at this stage They all have flown away in their ways! O those colorful old days! I dream, they are roaming Around my broken cage For someone of those days For someone I can guess. O those colorful old days! Is this pain for nothing! Are they birds of shadow? Haven’t they flapped their wings? I have heard sound, I know! Without saying a word at this stage They all have flown away in their ways! O those colorful old days!