You make me immortal, which is your happiness. This fragile cup, you keep emptying it and filling it with new life.
This little reed flute, you carry it over mountains and valleys, and blow out the music of eternal faith from the flute tube.
Under the immortal touch of your hands, my little heart melted into boundless happiness and uttered unspeakable words.
Your infinite gift is only poured into my little hand. Time has passed, you are still pouring, and I have some surplus food to fill in.
2
When you ordered me to sing, my heart seemed to explode with pride. I looked up at your face and tears welled up in my eyes.
All the astringency and contradictions in my life have melted into a sweet and soft homonym-
My praise is like a happy bird flapping its wings across the ocean.
I know you like my singing. I know that only because I am a singer can I walk in front of you.
I touched your feet with the far-reaching wings of my singing, which I never dreamed I would touch.
Drunk in the singing, I forgot myself. You are my master, but I call you a friend.
three
I don't know how you sing, my master! I always listen in surprise.
The brilliance of your music illuminates the world. The smell of your music fills the sky.
The holy fountain of your music rushes forward through all the blocked rocks.
My heart longs to sing with you, but it can't make a sound. I want to talk, but the words don't reach the song, so I can't call them out. Oh, my master, you have turned my heart into a captive in your music net!
four
My whole life, I want to keep my body pure forever, because I know your life touches my limbs.
I will remove the hypocrisy in my heart forever, because I know that you are the truth that ignites the fire of reason in my heart.
I will drive away all the ugliness in my heart and let my love blossom, because I know that you have set up a seat in my heart.
I will try my best to show you with my actions, because I know that this is your strength and gives me the strength to act.
five
Please allow me to relax for a while and come and sit next to you. I'll finish my work later.
Without you, my heart doesn't know what comfort and rest are, and my work has become endless labor in the boundless ocean of labor. Today, the hot summer came to my window and whispered: bees are playing and singing in the courtyard of the flower tree.
This is the time to sit still, opposite you, and sing the song of life in this quiet and boundless leisure.
Or the following parts:
12
I travel for a long time, and so does my journey.
At dawn, I set off in my car and traveled all over the world, leaving scars on many planets.
The nearest place, the farthest road and the simplest tone require the hardest practice.
Passengers have to knock on every stranger's door before they can knock on their own. People have to wander outside and finally go to the deepest inner hall.
My eyes looked around the clearing, and finally I closed my eyes and said, "There you are!" " "
This question, and called "Oh, where is it?" Melted in a thousand tears, you promised to answer "I am."
Here! "Riptide, flooded the world together.
13
The song I want to sing has not been sung until today.
I always adjust the strings on my instrument every day.
Time has not yet arrived, and the lyrics have not been filled: there is only the pain of desire in my heart.
Stamens are not yet open; Only the wind blows with a sigh.
I didn't see his face, and I didn't hear his voice: I only heard his light footsteps passing by the road in front of my house.
Spent the whole day paving a seat for him on the ground; But the light is not on yet, so I can't invite him in.
I live in the hope of meeting him, but the day of meeting has not yet arrived.
14
I have a lot of desires, and I cry pitifully, but you will always save me with a firm refusal. This strong sympathy has been closely intertwined in my life.
You make me more qualified to accept your automatic simple and great gifts-the sky and light, the body, life and mind-and save me from the danger of extreme desire. Sometimes I slack off, sometimes I hurry to find my way;
But you have the heart to hide.
You have always rejected me, saved me from the danger of weakness and wavering desires, and made me more worthy of your complete acceptance every day.
15
I will go to song for you. In your hall, I sat in the corner. I have nothing to do in your world; My useless life can only produce aimless songs.
In your dark temple, when the bell of silent prayer strikes midnight, command me, my master, to stand before you and sing.
When the golden harp is tuned in the morning light, please give it to me and order me to come to you.
16
I received the invitation of this world festival, and my life was blessed. My eyes saw beautiful scenery, and my ears heard intoxicating music.
In this banquet, my task is to play music, and I tried my best to play it.
Now, I ask, has this moment finally arrived? Can I go in and admire your face and offer my silent salute?
In short, Gitanjali is a collection of short songs with many poems about singing. There is a slight connection before and after. You can read a few paragraphs selectively, with singing content and return to your heart. It should be good to sing late with the fishing boat.
When reading, you should make a sound with a pious, pure and calm heart, and make more contact to make people enjoy it, not get goose bumps. Hmm. How interesting
I hope it helps you.
-A person who also likes reading aloud and Gitanjali.