Tagore's love poems

1/8

I want nothing, I just stand behind the trees at the edge of the forest.

Tiredness still lingers on Dawn’s eyes, and dew is in the air.

The lazy smell of wet grass hangs in the mist of the ground.

Under the banyan tree, you squeeze the milk with your creamy and soft hands.

I stood quietly.

I did not approach you.

The sky wakes up together with the sound of gongs in the temple.

The street dust flew under the hooves of the driven cattle.

Hold the gurgling water bottle around your waist,

The women came from the river.

Your bracelet jingles, and the milk foam overflows the rim of the can.

The morning light fades away but I do not approach you.

—— Tagore's "I Want Nothing"

2/8

If I don't have the chance to meet you in this life,

I will Let me always feel that I can't meet again

Let me never forget it.

Let me carry this sad pain in my waking and dreaming.

When I spend my days in the busy city of the world,

when I hold daily profits in my hands,

let me always feel that I I gained nothing -

Let me never forget it,

Let me carry this sad pain in my waking and dreaming.

When I sit on the roadside, tired and panting,

When I lay my bedding in the dust,

Let me always remember that there is still a long road ahead.

Let me never forget it,

Let me carry this sad pain with me in my waking hours and dreams.

When my house is decorated,

the flute is playing and the laughter is loud,

I will always feel that I have not invited you to come< /p>

Let me never forget it,

Let me carry this sad pain with me in my waking hours and dreams.

—— Rabindranath Tagore's "If I Never Meet You in This Life"

3/8

I hear echoes, coming from the valley and my heart

Harvest the empty soul with a lonely sickle

Continuously repeat determination and happiness

There will eventually be an oasis swaying in the desert

I believe in myself

Born like a dazzling summer flower

Eternal and undefeated, the devil can be controlled like fire

Bear the burden of heartbeat and the burden of breathing

I never tire of it

I hear music, coming from the moonlight and the carcass

Use extreme bait to capture the ethereal beauty

A life full of intensity and innocence

There are always memories throughout the world

I believe in myself

When I die, I will be like the quiet and beautiful autumn leaves

Neither prosperity nor chaos, my posture is like smoke

Even if it withers, it still retains the pride of plump muscles and clear bones

Mysterious and mysterious

I hear love, I believe in love

Love is a pool Struggling cyanobacteria

Like a gust of miserable wind

Through my bleeding veins

Faith that has stood for years

I believe in everything Able to hear

Even foresee separation and meet another self

But there are some moments that cannot be grasped

If you let yourself wander around, what is gone will never come back

Please see the hairpin on my head, it blooms all the way along the way

I often miss some,

I am deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow

Prajnaparamita, one after another

Life is like a summer flower, death is like an autumn leaf

Do you still care about what you have

——Tagore "Born like summer flowers"

4/8

If time passes,

the birds no longer sing,

the wind also When I am tired of blowing,

then cover me with a thick curtain of darkness,

just as you wrap the earth with a quilt of sleep at dusk,

Then he gently closed the petals of the water lily.

The journey is not over yet, the luggage is empty,

the clothes are torn and stained, and the person is exhausted.

You dispel the traveler's shame and embarrassment,

making him glow like a flower under your merciful night.

Awake under your loving night.

—— Tagore's "When Time Has Gone"

5/8

If you must fall in love with me,

your Life will be full of worries

My home is at a crossroads, the door is open,

I am absent-minded - because I will sing again

If you must Show your heart to me,

I will never give my heart in return.

If my songs are the vows of love,

Please forgive me, but when the music subsides, my faith will no longer exist,

Because it is the middle of winter. Season, who will abide by the vow of May

If you must fall in love with me,

Please don’t keep it in your heart all the time

When you smile , a pair of bright eyes shining with the joy of love,

My answer must be fanatical and hasty,

not realistic at all

--You should Keep it in your heart, and then forget it forever.

—— Tagore's "If You Must Fall in Love with Me"

6/8

If you Say nothing,

I will fill my heart with your silence and endure it.

I will wait quietly,

like a star that stays awake all night in the dark night,

lowering my head patiently.

The dawn will surely come,

the darkness will eventually pass away,

your voice will flow into the golden spring,

pierce the sky.

Then your words,

will take wing and sound in every bird's nest of mine,

your sweet tunes,

Will bloom in my jungle flowers.

——Tagore's "Patience"

7/8

I love you in countless ways

My infatuation is forever Weaving a garland of songs for you

My dear, accept my offering

Hung on your chest in various ways from generation to generation

I have heard Many ancient love stories

Full of joy of reunion and sadness of parting

Looking at the beginningless past

I see you like the Beidou that will never be forgotten

Penetrating through the darkness of the years

Shanshan came to me

Starting from the heart of the prehistoric era

You and I go boating Flowing down the river

You and I are playing among billions of lovers

In the bitter tears of separation and the sweet shyness of reunion

The gestation of ancient love New ideas

Old love has now turned into dust under your feet

All the love, sorrow and joy of the soul

All love legends, love songs written by historical poets Lyrics

All integrated into the new type of love between you and me

——Tagore's "Eternal Love"

8/8

No Leave without saying goodbye, I love you.

I visited all night, and now my face is heavy with sleep.

I'm afraid I'll lose you in my sleep.

Don’t leave without saying goodbye, I love you.

I was startled and stretched out my hands to touch you.

I asked myself: "Is this a dream?"

I wish I could use it. My heart is tied to your feet and held tightly to my chest!

Don’t leave without saying goodbye, I love you.

—— Tagore's "Don't leave without saying goodbye, I love you"