Bing Xin translated Tagore's poem "Gitanjali" Tagore 1 You made me immortal, which is your joy. This fragile cup, you keep emptying it and filling it with new life. This little reed flute, you carry it over mountains and valleys, and blow out the music of eternal faith from the flute tube. Under the immortal touch of your hands, my little heart melted into boundless happiness and uttered unspeakable words. Your infinite gift is only poured into my little hand. Time has passed, you are still pouring, and I still have room to fill in my hand. When you ordered me to sing, my heart seemed to explode with pride. I looked up at your face and tears welled up in my eyes. All the astringency and contradictions in my life have melted into a sweet and soft homonym-my praise is like a happy bird, flapping its wings across the ocean. I know you like my singing. I know that only because I am a singer can I walk in front of you. I touched your feet with the far-reaching wings of my singing, which I never dreamed I would touch. Drunk in the singing, I forgot myself. You are my master, but I call you a friend. I don't know how you sing, my master! I always listen in surprise. The brilliance of your music illuminates the world. The smell of your music fills the sky. The holy fountain of your music rushes forward through all the blocked rocks. My heart longs to sing with you, but it can't make a sound. I want to talk, but the words don't reach the song, so I can't call them out. Oh, my master, you have turned my heart into a captive in your music net! My whole life, I want to keep my body pure forever, because I know your life touches my limbs. I will remove the hypocrisy in my heart forever, because I know that you are the truth that ignites the fire of reason in my heart. I will drive away all the ugliness in my heart and let my love blossom, because I know that you have set up a seat in my heart. I will try my best to show you with my actions, because I know that this is your strength and gives me the strength to act. Please allow me to relax for a while and come and sit next to you. I'll finish my work later. Without you, my heart doesn't know what comfort and rest are, and my work has become endless labor in the boundless ocean of labor. Today, the hot summer came to my window and whispered: bees are playing and singing in the courtyard of the flower tree. This is the time to sit still, opposite you, and sing the song of life in this quiet and boundless leisure. Pick this flower and take it away, don't delay! I am afraid it will wither and fall into the dust. It may not be worthy of your corolla, but please take it off and do it a favor with the pain of your hand. I'm afraid before I am alert, the sun will be gone and the time for offering sacrifices will be over. Although it is not dark in color and has a faint fragrance, please use this flower to worship and pick it while there is still time. My song took off her makeup. She lost the luxury of her clothes. Ornaments will be our bond of unity: they will stand between us, and their jingling will drown out your whispers. My poet's vanity died of shame in front of you. Oh, poet, I fall at your feet. Let my life be as simple as a reed flute and let you play music. The child wearing a prince's robe and a jewelry necklace lost all his happiness in the game; His clothes tripped his steps. He dare not walk into this world, even dare not move, for fear that his clothes are torn and dirty. Mom, this is not good. For example, your gorgeous bondage separates people from the healthy dust of the earth and deprives people of the right to enter the grand assembly of daily life. Oh, fool, I want to carry myself on my shoulders! Oh, beggar, come and beg at your own door! Unload your burden in those hands that can bear everything, and never look back with regret. The smell of your desire will immediately blow out the lamp it touches. It is unholy-don't accept gifts from its unclean hands. Accept only what divine love gives. 10 This is your footstool. You rest in peace among the poorest and most lost people. I want to bow to you, and my salute cannot reach the depths of your resting place-among the poorest and most lost people. You are wearing rags and walking among the poorest and most lost people. Pride will never come near this place. You keep company with the poorest and most lost people without friends, and my heart will never find that place. 1 1 Forget praise and counting beads! Who do you worship in the dark and lonely corner of the temple with closed doors and windows? Open your eyes and see, God is not in front of you! He looked at the farmers hoeing dry land and the road builders knocking at stones. He was exposed to the sun and rain with them, and his robe was covered with dust. Take off your holy robe and even go down to the ground like him! Transcendent? Where can I find detachment? Our Lord happily accepted the chain of creation: he is always connected with all of us. Come out of meditation and throw away the fragrant flowers! What's the harm of dirty clothes? Go to meet him and stand with him in labor and sweat. 12 I am on a long business trip, and the distance is very long. At dawn, I set off in my car and traveled all over the world, leaving scars on many planets. The nearest place, the farthest road and the simplest tone require the hardest practice. Passengers have to knock on every stranger's door before they can knock on their own. People have to wander outside, and finally they can go to the deepest inner hall. My eyes looked around the clearing, and finally I closed my eyes and said, "There you are!" " "This question is also called" Oh, where is it? Melted in a thousand tears, you promised to answer "I am here!" " "Riptide, flooded the world together. 13 I haven't finished singing the song I want to sing today. I always adjust the strings on my instrument every day. Time has not yet arrived, and the lyrics have not been filled: there is only the pain of desire in my heart. Stamens are not yet open; Only the wind blows with a sigh. I didn't see his face, and I didn't hear his voice: I only heard his light footsteps passing by the road in front of my house. Spent the whole day paving a seat for him on the ground; But the light is not on yet, so I can't invite him in. I live in the hope of meeting him, but the day of meeting hasn't come yet. 14 I have many desires, and I cry pitifully, but you will always save me with a firm refusal. This strong sympathy has been closely intertwined in my life. You make me more qualified to accept your automatic simple and great gifts-the sky and light, the body, life and mind-and save me from the danger of extreme desire. Sometimes I slack off, sometimes I hurry to find my way; But you have the heart to hide. You have always rejected me, saved me from the danger of weakness and wavering desires, and made me more worthy of your complete acceptance every day. Let me song for you. In your hall, I sat in the corner. I have nothing to do in your world; My useless life can only produce aimless songs. In your dark temple, when the bell of silent prayer strikes midnight, command me, my master, to stand before you and sing. When the golden harp is tuned in the morning light, please give it to me and order me to come to you. 16 I received the invitation of this world festival, and my life was blessed. My eyes saw beautiful scenery, and my ears heard intoxicating music. In this banquet, my task is to play music, and I tried my best to play it. Now, I ask, has this moment finally arrived? Can I go in and admire your face and express my silent respect? 17 I'm just waiting for love to finally give me to him. That's why I'm late. I'm responsible for the delay. They will bind me tightly with laws and regulations; But I always avoid them, because I just wait for love to finally give me to him. People blame me and say that I ignore people; I also know that their accusations are justified. The market has passed and the work of busy people has been completed. Those who told me not to get angry and go back. I'm just waiting for love to finally give me to him. 18 clouds and haze accumulate, and the darkness gradually deepens. Oh, love, why did you leave me waiting outside the door alone? At the busiest time of work at noon, I am with everyone, but in this dark and lonely day, I only look forward to you. If you don't allow me to meet you, if you abandon me completely, I really don't know how to spend this long rainy day. I have been staring at the cloudy sky in the distance, and my heart sighs with the restless wind. 19 If you don't speak, I will endure and fill my heart with your silence. I will wait silently, like a sleepless night under the stars, and bow my head patiently. The morning light will surely come, the darkness will disappear, and your voice will cut through the sky to place bets from Jin Quan. At that time, your words will grow wings in every nest of mine, and your music will bloom in my forest. The day when the lotus bloomed, alas, drifted in my mind unconsciously. My flower basket is empty. I didn't pay attention to the flowers. Every now and then, a sadness attacks me. I woke up from my dream and felt a strange smell in the south wind. This kind of confused warmth makes my heart ache because of longing, and I feel as if I am longing for the perfect breath in summer. I didn't know it was so close to me. It was mine. This perfect warmth is still open in my own heart. I have to get off my boat. Time is wasted on the shore-I can't stand it! When the flowers bloom in spring, we say goodbye. Now it is everywhere, but I wait and stay. The tide is getting bigger and bigger, and yellow leaves are falling on the shady beach on the river bank. How empty your gaze is! Don't you think there is a surprise falling from the sky with the distant songs on the other side? In the heavy shade of rainy July, you walk quietly, as quiet as night, avoiding all the watchers. I closed my eyes this morning, ignoring the whistling east wind, and the thick veil covered the blue sky that had been awake. The Woods stopped singing and everyone closed the door. You are a lonely pedestrian in this cold street. Oh, my only friend, my favorite person, my door is open-don't walk like a dream. Do you still have sex outside on this stormy night, my friend? The sky wails like a disappointed person. I didn't sleep tonight. I keep opening the door and looking at the darkness, my friend! I can't see anything. I don't know which way you are going! My friend, have you groped your way to me from the dark river bank, from the distant sad Woods, through the dark winding path? If the day has passed, the birds are no longer singing, and the wind is tired, then cover me with a thick dark curtain, just like you wrap the earth with a sleeping quilt at dusk and gently close the petals of water lilies. The traveler's trip hasn't arrived yet. His food bag is empty, his clothes are torn and dirty, and he is exhausted. You lifted his shyness and embarrassment, and let his life wake up like a flower on a kind night. In this sleepy night, let me surrender to sleep, believe you. Let me not force my flagging spirit to prepare a perfunctory worship for you. It is you who painted the night, covered the tired eyes during the day, and renewed them in the fresh joy of awakening. He came and sat beside me, but I didn't wake up. What a hateful sleep, alas, unfortunate me! He came in the quiet night; Holding a piano in my hand, my dream soul and his music sounded. Alas, why is it so wasteful every night? Oh, his breathing touched my sleep. Why can't I see his face? Lights, where are the lights? Light it with a burning torch of desire! The lamp is here, but there is no flame-is this your destiny, my heart! You might as well die! Sorrow knocks at your door, and she sends word that your Lord is awake. He asked you to date in the dark. Clouds covered the sky and it kept raining. I don't know what bothers me-I don't know its meaning. A flash of lightning left a deeper darkness in my sight, and my heart groped for the way that the music of that night called me. Lights, where are the lights? Light it with a burning torch of desire! Thunder rumbled and the wind roared. The night is as black as a black rock. Don't let time pass in the dark. Light the lamp of love with your life. The net is tough, but it hurts when you want to tear it. I just want to be free, but I am ashamed to hope for freedom. I know priceless treasures are around you, and you are my best friend, but I don't have the heart to tidy up my room full of tacky things. I am covered with dust and death; I hate it, but I love it. I am in debt, my failure is huge, and my shame is hidden and profound; But when I came to pray for my blessing, I was afraid that my prayer would come true. The man I imprisoned in my name was crying in prison. I build walls every day. When this wall rose to the sky, my true self was blocked by the shadow of the high wall and disappeared. I am proud of this high wall. I covered it with sand to avoid cracks in the name. I took great pains, and I couldn't see my true self. I went to the tryst alone. Who follows me in the dark silence? I walked away from him, but I couldn't escape. He strutted and made the ground dusty; Everything I said was mixed with his crying. He is my self, my Lord, and he is shameless; But I'm embarrassed to go to your house with him. Long live the youth ".
Wang Meng
All the days, all the days have come,
Let us weave for you with the golden thread of youth,
The flower ring of happiness weaves you.
There is singing and laughing on the boat, dancing on the campus under the moon,
Walking in the drizzle, marching in the early morning of the first snow,
There are also fierce arguments, a beating and warm heart. ...
It is a fleeting day, and it is also a day full of reverie.
One wish after another is blurred, like spring rain,
We have time, strength and firm belief.
We are eager to live and fly in the sky.
It's a simple day, but also a changeable day.
The vast world makes us curious,
Never cheerful, never indifferent,
Tears, laughter and deep thought are all the first time.
Go straight, go straight,
I move forward happily in my life,
What a heavy burden, I will not be weak,
What a hard fight, I won't lose face,
One day, after cleaning the gun, the machine and the sweat,
I miss you and greet you.
Look at you proudly!