Tagore's Classical English Short Poems 1
At the end of the day,
When the light disappears.
If the day is over,
If time passes,
If birds stop singing.
Birds stop singing,
If the wind is tired,
The wind is tired,
Then cover me with a veil of darkness,
Then cover me with a thick curtain of darkness,
Just as you wrap the earth with a sleeping sheet and close it gently,
Just like you wrap the earth in a sleeping bed at dusk,
Lotus petals drooping at dusk.
Gently close the petals of the water lily.
From travelers,
The journey is not over yet, the bag is empty,
His grain bag was empty before the end of the voyage,
Clothes are torn and dirty, and people are exhausted.
His clothes were ragged and dusty,
You eliminated the shame and embarrassment of the passengers,
Whose strength is exhausted, except shame and poverty,
Let him on your kind night,
Let his life be reborn like a flower
Bloom like a flower.
The cover of your kind night.
Wake up on the night you love.
Tagore's Classic English Short Poems II
Day after day, I let my paper boats drift along the water one by one. I put the paper boats one by one in the swift stream every day.
I wrote my name and the name of the village where I lived on it in big black letters. I wrote my name and the name of the village where I lived in big black letters on the paper boat.
I hope someone in a strange place can find them and know who I am. I hope people living in different places can get this paper boat and know who I am.
I put ten miles of flowers in the garden on my boat, hoping that the flowers at dawn will be safely brought ashore at night. I put Li Xiuhua, who grows in the garden, on my boat, hoping that these flowers that bloom at dawn can be safely brought to the shore at night.
I put down my paper boat, looked up at the sky and watched the little clouds raise the white sails. I threw the paper boat into the water and looked up at the sky. I saw a small cloud covered with white sails fluttering in the wind.
I don't know what my playmates in the sky sent them into the air to compete with my boat! I wonder what my playmates are in the sky. Put these boats down and race with me!
When night came, I buried my face in my arms and dreamed that my paper boat was floating under the midnight starry sky. As night fell, I buried my face in my arm and dreamed that my paper boat was slowly floating under the midnight starlight.
Sleeping spirits sail in them, and ladies are their baskets full of dreams. The sleeping fairy sat on the boat with a basket full of dreams.
Tagore's classic English short poem III
Accuse of slander
My child, why are there tears in your eyes? My child, why are there tears in your eyes?
They always scold you for no reason, how terrible! They are really terrible and often blame you unnecessarily!
You stained your fingers and face with ink when you wrote-is that why they said you were dirty? Ink stains hands and face when writing? Is that why they call you dirty?
Oh, bah! Do they dare to say that the full moon is dirty because it stained its face with ink? Oh, bah! Do they dare to say that the round moon is dirty because she painted her face with ink?
They blame you for every little thing, my child. They are always ready to find fault for no reason. They always blame you for every little thing, my child. They are always looking for unnecessary mistakes.
You tore your clothes while playing-is that why they say you are untidy? Do you tear your clothes while playing games? That's why they call you untidy.
Oh, bah! What do they call it on an autumn morning when they smile through jagged clouds? Oh, bah! In the autumn morning, smile from its broken cloud clothes. So, what are they going to call it?
Never mind what they say to you, my child. Whatever they say to you, you can ignore him, my child.
Never mind what they say to you, my child. They gave a long description of what you did wrong.
They made a long list of your misdeeds. Everyone knows that you like sweets. Is that why they say you are greedy? Everyone knows that you like candy very much? Is that why they say you are greedy?
Oh, bah! What will they call us who love you? Oh, bah! We like you, so what do they want to call us?
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