In hopeless hope, I looked for her in every corner of the room; I can't find her.
My house is too small. Once I lose something, I can't get it back.
But your house is infinite, my Lord. I went to your house to find her.
At dusk, I stand under your golden sky and raise my eager eyes to you.
I have come to the edge of eternity, where everything is immortal-whether it is hope, happiness, or the face I see from tears.
Ah, immerse my empty life in this ocean and jump into the deepest perfection. Let me feel a lost warm contact in the integrity of the universe.
I once briefly introduced Tagore's Gitanjali in poetry criticism, saying that he loved to use beautiful words. There is obviously no hope in this poem. You can't find anyone in a small house, but you have to find someone in an endless house. He is such an eccentric old man.
Apart from the content of this poem, it is said that Tagore's marriage was arranged, and his wife was more than ten years younger than him. After more than ten years of marriage, their married life should not be said to be complete after their wife died. Perhaps for various reasons, they are not harmonious. Of course, this will not have much conflict with Tagore's personality. After the death of his youngest wife, the old man regretted it all his life. This poem is written for his wife. At this time, I should be able to understand why he said hopelessness and hope. Of course, he couldn't find her in his little house because he had thrown her into another world. So he came to the door of the Lord, hoping to fill his emptiness and feel the lost warmth, but all this was doomed to be hopeless.
Many of his poems are about men's and women's feelings, and there is also a book "New Moon Collection" that writes about family harmony from the perspective of children, but in fact, we should be able to understand that all these are hopeless hopes, and he will never find the woman he lost in his cabin again. I wonder if they will be together forever now.