Tagore Poetry

Poetry is a literary genre with a certain rhythm and rhythm, which uses highly concise language to vividly express the author's rich emotions and reflect social life. The following is my collation of Tagore's poems for reference.

1, Sleeping Village

The children are fast asleep,

The game is over.

The soft night breeze pas through that window lattice,

Comfort their eyelids.

They are playing games and lying down one by one.

Playing at your feet.

They stagger and the gods love them.

Hanging over them like a shadow.

The wind blows thick hair again and again.

Touch their faces.

Xinghui landed in the air with a smile.

Kiss and then kiss.

They parted their lips slightly.

The bright stars looked down all night,

Whispering to each other,

Whispering to each other,

The skirt pocket is woven with light and shadow.

Sweet smiles and dreams,

Walk into the hearts of children.

The next day, the rising sun pushed the fields away.

Colorful flowers,

The children opened their eyes from their dreams,

Fatigue has been eliminated.

The brilliant red dynasty awakened them,

They have more fun.

Children are bathed in sunshine like flowers,

The early bird is chirping and singing.

2. Qimxy

Full of time, full of vast and clear sky,

A sleeping god had a grand dream.

In an empty dream,

Vast land

Like a bubble floating in his heart,

The rising sun and moon, the rising dusk and dawn,

Hundreds of millions of bright galaxies have risen.

Planets and satellite groups rotate endlessly,

Day and night are ups and downs in the sky.

The lonely sea sings all year round,

Thousands of river elves gather at your feet.

The river is gurgling and the spring is trickling.

Clouds roar dull, tsunami solemn;

Feng Gang, grinning, walked out of the old house.

Countless rough hands pluck the tree pipa;

As Shan Yao froze his laughter,

Glaciers howl and roll into deep valleys;

The forest shook its head and its hair was unkempt.

Sad songs echoed around.

Piece of land emit wonderful sound waves,

Into a broad heart and a hymn.

This dream kingdom is full of scenery and creatures.

A constantly changing new body shape.

Flowers bear fruits, and fruits become seeds.

The new trees in the forest are colorful.

Water vapor condenses into clouds, which turn into showers.

The waterfall broke through the confinement of the mountains.

In summer, the melted snow water flows to the crematorium.

Extinguish that flame burning the corpse.

Summer rain turns into white-haired winter,

It's like Zhu Chadian sending flowers back to life.

Everything is new except the eternal heart,

New dreams are brewing in the eternal heart.

The creator in an incomplete dream is a slave to habit,

Make unremitting efforts to win sobriety and perfection

His only wish is:

Understanding has torn the veil of confusion.

When can the best soul wake up from sleep?

Will the dream of a world deficit gradually come true?

Sun, moon, stars and dark dreams.

Dissolve in the shining heart.

The earth exploded, one star after another.

Like one broken bubble after another.

A creature smarter than the stars.

It seems that all the blisters have disappeared.

Great God, is there really a great dream-interpreting moment?

Half truth and half falsehood will sink into the sea of truth?

Your heart lurks in half the water of destruction,

When will it be completely destroyed? Tell me, Great God!

3. Dew

Tears said:

"How short my life is.

Like a child's fantasy,

Born to be human, died to be human.

Alas, I just woke up.

The fairy cried with joy at dawn,

As long as she stops smiling,

Immediately atrophy and disappear.

Roses raise their pink cheeks,

Show a sweet and moving smile.

Jasmine is devoted to life,

The wind is addicted to sipping.

Butterflies can't make up their minds,

Who have you been married to all your life,

Flap tired wings

Flying among the flowers.

Oh, why can't I be here?

They live in happiness forever?

Why does it bounce off like eyelashes?

That brief moment of excitement,

With a far from satisfactory smile.

Sad to leave the beautiful world? "

Lying on the green leaves of worry-free flowers,

The dying dew lamented, "Alas,

The joy is not over yet,

Why did life wither so early! "

The young poet said with a sigh:

"Why am I not a dewdrop,

Open your eyes every morning,

Life withers at once.

Oh, my God, you created.

I am like dew,

Why not give it to me?

Die like dew? "

4. Yoga practitioners

The waning moon arrival.

Facing the vast sea,

Head sky, unkempt hair, long shawl.

Waiting for the red sun to rise,

Tall, naked, wide and shiny,

Hands folded, serene,

Staring at the eastern sky, the moist and warm sea breeze.

Blowing his thick chest.

The ends of the earth are clearly visible, and the earth is asleep.

The yogi stood quietly.

The timid tide receded and came back,

Wash his feet with dust.

It's quiet around, and I can't smell the noise of the world.

The sea sings softly,

Full of piety, vigorous with Hongbo.

Praise will raise the sun.

Yogis are like statues. At first glance, there is a glimmer of light.

Reflect his calm face.

The ghost behind him closed his eyes,

Start a day of meditation.

Looking up at the east, it is bright and beautiful.

Drowned the forehead of the morning light,

The monk who abandoned his family suddenly pointed his finger at Tianyu.

Recite the Vedas.

5. If it's time to part.

If it's time to separate,

Please give me one last kiss.

Then I sang in my dream.

Follow you in the distance.

Love, you should come often.

My window,

Cold windows.

The forest next to the cardamom with green branches

Whispering in the gloomy fragrance.

Birds in the treetops,

Have you ever brought back memories-

In the wet shadow of Slawanyue in the past year.

We met,

The heart and intestines will meet.

6. Leave this song at dusk

The last farewell at dusk

Leave the sadness to the next dawn.

He is handsome with a wry smile on his face.

Floating in the sunset.

The flute of first love is playing the lingering sound,

Who is Pingwu looking for in the distance?

Look at the changing clouds in the sky.

One looks like her eyelashes are flashing.

What is the true meaning of the game of life?

Like lightning hitting the eyes.

Xiao Qing spoke his mind.

Walk into the dream song at night.

7. She is immersed in sweet love.

Bi cheng da hai sha Shang

Stroll into charming women,

Living in the sweet love of the world,

I can't forget it anyway.

I told the harp how I felt,

Let it appreciate her style.

Her information is mix with music,

Swing on the flower bed of dreams.

She visited Maolin in the wind,

Wake up the bees to hum the waves.

She was bathed in a drizzle in Slovenia.

Riding in the autumn sky.

I remember it vividly.

She was deeply impressed by her elegant appearance.

Love songs, love songs, songs of resentment, songs of joy,

Have fun and meet her again.

8. Take my heart away

You project a beautiful image in my pupil.

When you get home,

Have you ever heard of it vaguely?

My heart strings play sadness?

I'm talking about my constant thoughts,

Like a new leaf whispering to the morning glow.

Oh, take my heart,

Just like sunlight absorbs dew.

9. rainy days

The scorching sun sank into the thick darkness,

Thunderbolt through the dark clouds,

It's raining cats and dogs and I can't see my fingers.

This is the easiest time to pour out your thoughts.

There is no one around,

No one came to Qiong to listen to sweet nothings.

You and I looked at each other for a long time, and we were equally sad.

Endless rainstorm

This figure seems to have been deleted.

Society, family and market are noisy.

Suddenly turned into nothingness,

Only two pairs of eyes are left to suck each other's tenderness,

Only the spiritual building is left,

The rest melted in the rain.

Love won't hurt your ears,

There is no doubt in my heart.

I want to express my love and slowly melt into tears.

Fall in the storm.

Both hearts are wrapped in a layer of affection.

Unload the heavy burden of the heart for a long time.

What will happen to who!

If it rains in Slavan, if it is in the deep house garden,

I have told the truth.

Who can blame this!

Although 12 months later,

Criticism and ridicule will not stop,

Even if you encounter unreasonable obstruction, it will add a little trouble.

But things will die eventually.

Twelve months passed in the blink of an eye.

The night wind is as tight as a gust of wind,

Lightning shines on dark clouds from time to time,

Passionate and persistent love has been hidden in my heart for many years.

When it was dark and rainy that day.

Only extend pure love.