Seeking Famous Sentences in Tagore's Birds Collection

Never doubt its spring flowers. -Tagore "Birds" Birds wish to be a cloud. Cloud is willing to be a bird. -Tagore "Birds" My flower of the day has dropped its forgotten petals. In the evening, this flower ripens into the golden fruit of memory. -Tagore's "Birds" Xiaohua asked: "How can I sing to you and worship you? The sun? " The sun replied, "Use your pure and simple silence." -Tagore's "Birds" This lonely evening is shrouded in fog and rain. I feel its sigh in my inner loneliness. -Tagore's "Birds" completely decorated itself beautifully for the love of "imperfection". Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, just sigh. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my world. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. The tears of the earth keep her smile young. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. Endless despair burns the love of a blade of grass. She shakes her head and flies away with a smile. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Her wishing face haunts my dreams like rain at night. Once, we dreamed that we were strangers. When we wake up, we know that we love each other. Once we dream that we are strangers. We woke up only to find each other dead. 10 Sorrow is peaceful in my heart, like the evening arrival in the silent forest. Sadness calms down in my heart, just like every sigh in the silent mountain forest. Some invisible hands, like an idle breeze, are playing the music of the ripples in my heart. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. What is your language, sea? "This is an eternal question." "What's your answer, sky?" "It's eternal silence." What is your language, sea water? The language of eternal questions, sky, what language is the answer? The language of eternal silence. Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it loves you. Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. But the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning. The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. The illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high. I sit at my window this morning, where the world is like a passenger-stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. These thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whisper happily in my heart. These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. You can't see yourself, you can only see your own shadow. You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow. God, my wish is stupid. They shout in your song. Let me hear it. My wishes are tools, they should pass through your songs, my Lord, let me just listen. I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me. I can't choose the best. The best choice is me. Is that enough?