An analysis of Tagore's English poems
My God, in my dry heart, the rain has stopped for several days.
In my dry heart, I haven't been moistened by rain for many days, my God.
The horizon is bare, without a cloud or a cool shower in the distance.
The horizon is horribly exposed ―― there is no faint cloud cover, and there is no coolness of rain in the distance.
If you like, send your angry storm, with the darkness of death, and disturb the sky with lightning from one end to the other.
If you like, please send down your storm of death and anger and shake the sky with lightning.
But please call back, my Lord, this diffuse silent heat, which is still, sharp and cruel, burning the heart with terrible despair.
But please remember, my Lord, this silent heat, heavy, sharp and cruel, burns people with terrible despair.
Let the cloud of grace hang down from top to bottom, just like the mother in tears when her father is angry.
Let CiYun droop, like the tearful eyes of my mother when my father is angry.
Classical Tagore's English Poetry
My love, where are you standing behind them, hiding yourself in the shadows?
My love, where are you hiding behind everyone?
On the dusty road, they pushed you and walked past you, ignoring you at all.
On the dusty road, they pushed you away and ignored you.
I'm waiting here. Tired time spreads my offerings for you, while passers-by come and take my flowers one by one, and my basket is almost empty.
When I am tired, I will spread out my present and wait for you. Passers-by took my fragrant flowers one by one, and my basket was almost empty.
The morning time has passed, and so has noon.
Morning and noon have passed.
In the shadow of dusk, my eyes are sleepy.
In the twilight, my eyes were blurred with fatigue.
The man who came home looked at me and smiled, which made me ashamed.
The people who came home looked at me and smiled, which filled my heart with shame.
I sat like a begging maid, covering my face with a skirt. When they asked me what I wanted, I lowered my eyes and didn't answer them.
I sat like a beggar and pulled up my skirt to cover my face. When they asked me what I wanted, I lowered my eyes and refused.
Oh, really, how can I tell them that I'm waiting for you and you promised to come?
Oh, really, how can I tell them I'm waiting for you? You promised you'd come.
How can I say with shame that I take this poverty as my dowry?
How can I be ashamed to say that my dowry is poor?
Ah, I embrace this pride in the secret of my heart.
Oh, I am in a secluded place in my heart, holding on to this pride.
I sat on the grass, staring at the sky, dreaming of the sudden magnificence of your arrival.
I sat on the grass, staring at the sky, dreaming of the luxury you suddenly showed off when you came.
-All the lights are on, golden pennants are flying in your car, and they are standing on the side of the road with their mouths open.
-colorful lights, golden flags flying on chariots, and under the eyes of the public on the roadside,
When they saw you come down from your seat and lifted me up from the dust,
You got off the car seat, lifted me up from the dust and sat next to you.
Let this beggar girl in rags stand beside you, trembling with shame and pride, like a reptile in the summer breeze.
The beggar girl in rags is ashamed and happy, like a vine shaking in a storm.
But as time goes by, there is still no sound of your chariot wheels.
But time has passed, and I still can't hear the wheels of your car.
Many parades passed by with the charm of noise, shouting and glory.
Many honor guards walked through the glory and noise.
Are you the only one who will stand silently in the shadow behind them?
Do you just stand behind them silently?
Only I will wait, cry and exhaust my heart in vain desire?
I can only cry and wait, tormenting my soul in empty expectation?
Appreciation of Tagore's English Poetry
Early in the morning, it was rumored that we should sail by boat. Only you and I, no one in the world will know about our aimless pilgrimage.
In Xiao Qing's secret language, we agreed to go boating together, and no one in the world knew that we were traveling aimlessly and endlessly.
In that boundless ocean, in your smile of listening quietly, my song will swell in the melody, be as free as waves, and not be bound by any language.
On the boundless ocean, in your listening smile, my singing is in tune, as free as waves, not bound by words.
Is it not time yet? Is there any work to do?
Is the time not up yet?
Look, as night falls on the coast, seabirds fly to their nests in the fading light.
Do you still have work to do? You see, dusk has enveloped the coast, and seabirds have flown back to their nests in the vast sea.
Who knows when the chains will be untied and the boat will disappear into the night like the last glimmer of the sunset?
Who knows when the chain will be untied and the ship will melt into the night like the corner of the sunset?