Introduction to the article Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), Indian poet, litterateur, social activist, philosopher and Indian nationalist. His representative works include "Gitanjali", "Birds", "Sand in the Eyes", "Four People", "Family and the World", "The Gardener", "New Moon", "The Last Psalm", "Gola" ”, “The Crisis of Civilization”, etc. The following poems about Tagore are for your appreciation. Chapter 1 "Family"
I was walking alone on the road across the fields,
The setting sun was like a miser,
Hiding its last moments of gold.
The day sinks deeper into the darkness,
The lonely fields that have been harvested,
Lie there silently.
Suddenly a boy's shrill singing voice rose in the sky.
He passed through the invisible darkness,
leaving behind traces of his song
across the silence of dusk. < /p>
In the shadow of coconut trees and dark green jackfruit trees.
I paused for a while while walking alone under the stars,
I saw the dark earth spread out in front of me,
With her arms Embracing countless families,
In those families there are cradles and beds,
Mothers’ hearts and night lights,
And young people
They are full of joy,
But they have no idea of ??the value of such joy to the world. Chapter 2 "Paper Boats"
Every day I put the paper boats one by one in the fast flowing stream.
I wrote my name and the name of the village where I lived on the paper boat in big black letters.
I hope people living in other places will get this paper boat and know who I am.
I carried the shiuli flowers growing in the garden on my boat,
I hoped that these flowers that bloomed at dawn would be carried safely to the shore at night.
I launched my paper boat into the water,
Looking up at the sky, I saw the little clouds holding white sails full of bulging wind.
I don’t know what playmate I have in the sky to lower these boats to race with my boats!
Night comes,
My face is buried in my arms Here,
I dreamed that my paper boat floated slowly forward under the midnight stars.
The Sleeping Fairy sits in the boat,
With a basket full of dreams. Chapter 3 "The Unnoticed Floral Ornament"
Ah, who dyed that little coat,
My child,
Who made it Did your soft limbs wear that little red coat?
You ran out to play in the patio in the morning,
You, running like a rocker As if on the verge of falling.
But who dyed that little coat, my child?
What made you laugh, my little bud? < /p>
Mom is standing by the door, looking at you with a smile.
She clapped her hands,
Her bracelets jingled,
You were dancing with your bamboo pole in your hands,
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Looks like a little shepherd boy.
But what made you laugh so hard,
My little darling?
Oh, beggar, you put your arms around your mother
What are you begging for?
Oh, greedy heart,
Want me to pluck the whole world from the sky,
< p>Like picking a fruit,Put it on your little rose-colored palms?
Oh, beggar, what are you begging for?
The wind happily takes away the jingle of your ankle bells.
The sun smiles and looks at your dress.
When you sleep in your mother's arms,
The sky is watching you from above,
And in the morning, you tiptoe to your bed ,
Kissing your eyes.
The wind happily takes away the jingle of your ankle bells.
The dream lady in the fairyland flies across the hazy sky,
Flying towards you.
In your mother’s heart,
The Mother of the World is sitting with you.
He, the one who plays music to the stars,
is standing by your window with his flute.
The dream woman in the fairyland flies across the hazy sky and flies towards you. Chapter 4 "Sailor"
Boatman Mantehu's boat is moored at Lachigenchi Pier.
The ship was carrying a useless load of jute.
It had been moored there for a long time with nothing to do.
As long as he will lend me his boat,
I will install a hundred oars on it,
and raise five or six or Seven canvas sails come.
I would never drive it into a stupid market.
I will sail through the seven seas and thirteen rivers in the immortal world.
But, mom, don’t hide in the corner and cry for me.
I will not be like Rama Gandhara,
Go to the forest and come back after fourteen years.
I will become the prince in the story,
Fill my boat with the things I like.
I will bring my friend Axi to accompany me.
We will happily sail through the seven seas and thirteen rivers in the immortal world.
I will set sail in the early morning light.
At noon, while you are bathing in the pond,
We will be in the land of a strange king.
We will pass the Tepuni Shoals,
leaving the Tepanta Desert behind us.
When we come back,
It is getting dark,
I will tell you what we saw.
I will cross the seven seas and thirteen rivers in the immortal world. Chapter 5 "Twelve O'clock"
Mom, I really want to stop doing my homework now.
I have been studying all morning.
You said, it’s still only twelve o’clock.
Assuming it is not later than twelve o'clock;
Can't you imagine that it is only twelve o'clock as afternoon?
I can take it easy Relocation imagination:
Now the sun has reached the edge of the rice field,
The old fisherman is picking herbs for her dinner by the pond.
I can think of it when I close my eyes,
The shadows under the matar trees are darker,
The water in the pond looks so black Shine.
If twelve o'clock can come in the dark,
Why can't night come in the dark? Chapter 6 "The Way of Children"
As long as the child is willing,
He can fly into the sky right now.
The reason why he did not leave us is not without reason.
He likes to lean his head on his mother's breast.
He can't live without her even for a moment.
Children know all kinds of wise words,
Though few people in the world understand the meaning of these words.
It’s not for nothing that he never wants to say it.
One thing he has to do,
is to learn the words that come from his mother's lips.
That's why he seems so naive.
The child had piles of gold and beads,
But he came into this world,
but like a beggar.
It’s not for nothing that he came here pretending like this.
This cute little naked beggar,
So he pretends to be completely helpless,
Just to beg for his mother’s love of wealth.
In the world of the tiny crescent moon, children are free from all constraints.
He gave up his freedom,
It was not for nothing.
He knows that there is infinite happiness hidden in the little corner of mother's heart.
Being embraced by mother's dear arms,
is far sweeter than Live freely.
Children never know how to cry.
He lives in a perfect paradise.
The reason why he shed tears was not without reason.
Although he used the smile on his cute face,
to tease his mother's eager heart towards him,
However, because of his delicate Therefore, the little cry
was woven into a double binding belt of pity and love.