Tagore's classic inspirational poems
Ode to the sun
Ah, the sun, my friend,
Stretch your golden lotus!
Rise the shining giant graupel.
Split the dark clouds of suffering full of tears!
I know you're sitting among the lotus flowers,
Loose hair glistened with golden light.
Sanskrit that awakens everything.
Burning strings fly out of your arms.
this present life
At the first dawn, you kissed everything.
My pure forehead.
The light flow ignited by your kiss
There are brilliant waves surging in my heart.
A flame that never dies.
Jump and whistle in my song.
I wrote a game program with a hickey.
Dance in the rhythmic torrent.
Crazy music
Mixed with passionate feelings
Floating in all directions.
Your kiss will also make your heart cry for no reason,
Inexplicable sadness.
I would like to salute you in the burning fire.
The image of the truth I seek is a tribute.
Ancient poet, sleeping seaside
You blew the reed flute to dispel the darkness.
It is my heart;
The wind stays away from the flute hole
Lots of clouds in the sky,
The fragrant wheat straw in full bloom in the forest,
Ding-dong of rock spring.
Dynamic spring in the ups and downs of the melody
I'm all over.
My soul is a lost song.
You board the boat of music,
Embrace the vast land curiously,
Wandering on the river of years with a smile.
In the warm moonlight of Ashwin.
My bound soul
Unwilling to be lonely, restless
Like jasmine with dew.
Refracted light.
I was dumbfounded by your dancing beam on the mountain peak.
Look me in the eye.
What's in the treasure house of heat?
You gave it to me?
What dreams are woven in my heart?
All kinds of colors?
The female messenger you sent.
Painting in the high hall of Hirono,
In a flash, it's been a long time.
That intangible and wonderful fantasy
Hiding.
Laughter and bitterness return to normal?
Don't lock me up.
Ambassador Slav Moon
Hiding in trembling green leaves,
Ankle and jump over rocks
The gurgling sound of spring water;
Vissac drank the wine of the mid-month storm,
Drunk dancing, the sky shook.
The spring of parting.
Gifts are soft.
Busy for a while,
They disappeared on the horizon of poverty,
No footprints.
Ah, the sun, in your palace
The golden flute in autumn plays divine comedy.
Have a world of morning glory, dew, tears and sweet smiles.
Sometimes cheerful, sometimes melancholy.
I don't know who to listen to my song,
Suddenly there was crazy enthusiasm,
Like a monk traveling along the road of space.
Fly to you intently,
Carrying a flower basket.
A bright beggar can walk in like a sleepwalker.
Your temple?
Ah, Sun, open the door.
Hold my long-awaited song in my arms;
Chasing by the fire spring? Quiet? The baptism of,
Wash away all confusion and fear.
Sunset in cinnabar belt at dusk
Colour her distribution line red;
Use the morning star at dawn
In her delicate eyebrows
Describe auspicious moles;
Accompanied by the powerful rhythm of the waves
Play twilight.
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dusk
You, turn it into dusk!
In the distant western hills, in the golden twilight,
Wait and see, without blinking;
Quiet and charming, melancholy and charming,
Like a thoughtful woman.
Boarded the boat of my life with light steps,
Standing for a while.
Set sail and send yourself to the polar regions day and night?
The other side of the world.
Stop the holiday activities, don't smell the noise,
No sign of anyone.
Come on, take a nap quietly.
Infiltrate my tired eyes.
Come on, with a wry smile, to the end of the sun-baked years,
Like the promise of death.
My eyes were wide open and there were no tears. I stared at them.
Detention on earth?
Loose bun, thick darkness
Wrap me in layers.
Think of your soft and cool palm as the sweetness of a deep sleep.
Press it between my eyebrows,
Silently, gently, use your neon clothes.
Covering my numb whole body.
Unconsciously, wet sadness.
Floating on your pupils,
I feel your silent worry with all my heart,
The heaviness of parting.
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dawn
My heart;
Don't be depressed;
Dawn will break;
Dawn is coming.
Seeds of hope;
Deeply rooted in the soil;
Will eventually sprout;
Break through the ground.
Sleep;
Like a bud;
Open your heart to the light;
Silence will eventually make a sound.
The burden must be paid;
Suffering will light up your journey;
This day is coming.
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