Great fair of common human life.

The child who is decked with the prince's robes
And who has jeweled chains round his neck
Loses all pleasure in his play;
His dress hampers him at every step.

In fear that it may be frayed,
Or stained with dust he keeps himself
From the world,
And is afraid even to move.

Mother, it is no gain,
Thy bondage of finery,
If it keeps one shut off from the
Healthful dust of earth,
If it rob one of the right of entrance
To the great fair of common human life.

- Verse 8, Gitanjali - Rabindranath Tagore.