Excerpts from 100 essays by Rabindranath Tagore (Chinese and English)
1
The summer birds flew to my window to sing, and then flew away again.
The yellow leaves in autumn have nothing to sing about, they just sigh and fly down there.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall
there with a sign.
2
A group of little wanderers in the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
3
The world puts its vast mask on its lover Peeled off.
It has become smaller, as small as a song, as small as an eternal kiss.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
4
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile young.
It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.
5
The boundless desert passionately pursues the love of a leaf of green grass, she shakes He shook his head and flew away with a smile.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who
shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
6
< p> If you cry because you have lost the sun, you will also lose the stars.If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
7
The dancing water, the sand on your way , asking for your singing and your flow. Are you willing to carry the lame mud and sand down with you?
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing
water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
8
Her eager face disturbs my dream like rain at night.
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
9
Once, we dreamed that we were strangers to each other.
We woke up, but we knew that we loved each other.
Once we dreamed that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
10
The sorrow calmed down in my heart, just like the dusk fell on the silent mountain forest.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among
the silent trees.
11
Some invisible hands , like a lazy breeze, is playing gurgling music in my heart.
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart
the music of the ripples.
12
“ Sea water, what did you say?"
"It's an eternal question."
"Sky, what did you say?"
" Is eternal silence ”
What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, O sky?
The language of eternal silence.
13
Listen quietly, my heart, listen to the whisper of the world, this is its wooing for you The expression.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes
love to you.
14
Created Mystery, like darkness at night - is great. But the phantom of knowledge is no more than the morning mist.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
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Don’t let your love sit on the cliff just because the cliff is high.
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
16
I sat in front of the window this morning, and the world seemed like a passerby, After staying for a while, he nodded to me and walked past.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops
for a moment, nods to me and goes.
17
These breezes are the rustling of leaves; they whisper happily in my heart.
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their
whisper of joy in my mind.
18
Look Without seeing yourself, all you see is your shadow.
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
19
God, those wishes of mine are so foolish, they It's shouting in the midst of your singing.
Let me just listen.
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
Let me but listen.
20
I can't Choose the best.
I am the best choice.
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.
21
Those who carry the lamp on their backs, Casting their shadows in front of themselves.
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on
their back.
22
My existence is to me A permanent magic, this is life.
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
23
"Our rustling leaves have a sound to answer the wind and rain. Who are you? So silent?"
"I am just a flower"
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms,
< p> but who are you so silent?"I am a mere flower.
24
The relationship between rest and work is just like the relationship between eyelids and eyes.
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
25
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the power of growth.
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
26
God wants us to repay Him for the flowers He gives us. , not for the sun and the earth.
God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun
the earth.
27
The light is like a naked child, playing happily among the green leaves. It does not know that people can deceive.
The light that plays, like. a naked child, among the green leaves
happily knows not that man can lie.
28
Ah, beauty, find yourself in love O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.
29
Mine. The heart breaks its waves on the shores of the world, and writes on them her inscription with hot tears:
"I love you." ”
My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon
it her signature in tears with the words, "I love thee."
30
"Yue'er, what are you waiting for? ”
Moon, for what do you wait?
To salute the sun for whom I must make way.
31
Green The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
32.
His own mornings are new surprises to God.
33
< p> Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worthby the claims of love.
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth.
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34
The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.
35
The bird wants to be a cloud.
The cloud wants to be a bird.
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
36
The waterfall sang: " The waterfall sing, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."
37
I can't explain why my heart is so silently depressed.
For the little needs it never asked for, never knew, and never remembered.
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.
38
Woman, when you are doing housework, your limbs sing, just as the mountain stream sings as it flows through the pebbles
Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing
like a hill stream among its pebbles.
39
When the sun crosses the sea in the west, he leaves his last salute to the east.
The sun goes to cross the Western sea, leaving its last salutation
to the East.
40
Don’t do it because of yourself No appetite and blame your food.
Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
41
As if expressing the wishes of the earth, the trees stood on tiptoes and peered into the sky see.
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand a tiptoe to peep
at the heaven.
42
You are slightly He smiled and said nothing to me. And I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this
I had been waiting long.
43
Water The fish inside are silent, the beasts on the land are noisy, and the birds in the sky are singing.
However, human beings have the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy,
the bird in the air is singing.
But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and
the music of the air.
44
The world runs on the strings of the hesitant heart The past plays melancholy music.
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making
the music of sadness.
45
He put his The sword is his god.
While his sword triumphed he himself failed.
He has made his weapons his gods.
When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
46
God from creation Find himself.
God finds himself by creating.
47
The shadow puts on her veil, secretly, meekly, with her silent steps of love , followed by "Light"
.
Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness,
with her silent steps of love.
48
Stars Don't be afraid to look like a firefly.
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
49
Thank God, I am not a wheel of power, but I am pressed under this wheel. one of the living people.
I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I am one with
the living creatures that are crushed by it.
50
The heart is sharp, not broad. It is attached to every point but does not move.
The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.
51
Your idol is scattered in the dust, this is terrible Prove that the dust of God is greater than your idols.
You idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater
than your idol.
52
People cannot be in He expresses himself in history, and he strives to stand out in history.
Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
53
The glass lamp blamed the tile lamp for calling it his cousin lamp. But when the bright moon came out, the glass lamp smiled gently and called the bright moon - "my dear, dear sister."
While the glass lamp rebukes the earthen for calling it cousin the
moon rises, and the glass lamp, with a bland smile, calls her,
---My dear, dear sister.
54
Like seagulls meeting waves, we met and got closer. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away, and we parted.
Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near.
The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.
55
My day is over. I am like a boat moored on the beach, listening to the dancing music of the evening tide.
My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to
the dance-music of the tide in the evening.
56
Our life is gifted, and we can only receive it by giving our life.
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
57
When we are extremely humble, we are closest to greatness when.
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
58
The sparrow saw the peacock carrying its feathers and was worried about it.
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
59
Never be afraid of a moment - so sings the eternal voice.
Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
60
The wind seeks the shortest way in the roadless, and Suddenly its pursuit ended in the "nothing country".
The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road, and suddenly ends
61
In my own cup, drinking my wine, friend.
As soon as it is poured into someone else's glass, the dancing foam of this wine will disappear.
Take my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.
62
< p> "Complete" decorates itself beautifully for the love of "incomplete".The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
63
God said to man: "I heal you so I hurt you, I love you. So punish you."
God says to man, "I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish."
64
Thank you for the fire. Light, but don't forget the man holding the lamp, who stands stoically in the darkness.
Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lamp holder
standing in the shade with constancy of patience.
65
< p> Xiaocao, although your steps are small, you own the land under your feet.Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under
your tread.
66
The stems of young flowers The bud opened and it cried: "Dear World, please do not wither."
The infant flower opens its bud and cries, "Dear World, please do not wither."
fade."
67
God may be disgusted with those big empires, but he will never be disgusted with those small flowers.
God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers.
68
Error cannot withstand failure, but truth is not afraid of failure.
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
69
The waterfall sings: "Although a little water is enough for the thirsty, I am very happy. The earth gave me all the water.
I give my whole water in joy,
it is enough for the thirsty.
70
Throw those flowers up Where was the source of that period of endless carnival and joy?
Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless
71
The woodcutter's axe, ask the tree for the ax handle.
The tree gave it to him.
The woodcutter's ax begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.
72
This lonely dusk , curtained with fog and rain, I feel its sigh in the loneliness of my heart.
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled
with mist and rain.
73
Chastity is Wealth is born from abundant love.
Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.
74
Fog, like love, plays in the hearts of mountains, giving birth to all kinds of beautiful things. Change.
The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and bring out
surprises of beauty.
75
We We see the world wrong and say it deceives us.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
76
The poet - the wind, is out of the ocean forest, pursuing its own song .
The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice.
77
Every child is born with a message saying: God is not discouraged by man.
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
78
The green grass begs for her earthly companion.
The trees beg him for the loneliness of the sky.
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
79
People versus him Build your own embankment.
Man barricades against himself.
80
My friend, your voice floats in my heart like the whisper of the sea.
Among the listening pines.
Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound
of the sea among these listening pines.
81
< p> What is this invisible flame of darkness, with stars as its sparks?What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
82
Make life as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
83
Those who want to be good are knocking at the door; the lover saw the door open.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the
gate open.
84
in death In life, many merge into one; in life, one becomes many.
When God dies, religion will become one.
In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
Religion will be one when God is dead.
85
< p> The artist is the lover of nature, so he is the slave and master of nature.The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her
master.
86
"You leave me How far are you from me, O Fruit?
< p> I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.87
This desire is for the person who can be felt in the dark but invisible in the broad daylight.
This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen
in the day.
88
Dewdrops Said to the lake: "You are the big dewdrop under the lotus leaf, and I am the smaller dewdrop above the lotus leaf."
You are the big drop of dew. under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller
one on its upper side," said the dewdrop to the lake.
89
The scabbard protects the knife.
The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the sword.
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In the darkness, "one" is seen as one; in the light, "one" is seen as many.
Among the listening pine trees. p> In darkness the One appears as uniform; in the light the One appears
as manifold.
91
The earth reveals itself with the help of green grass
The great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of the grass. 92
The life and death of green leaves are the rapids of the whirlwind. The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirlls of the eddy.
whose wider circles move slowly among stars.93
Power says to the world: "You are mine. "
The world imprisoned its power under her throne.
Love said to the world: "I am yours. ”
The world gives love the freedom to come and go in its house.
Power said to the world, "You are mine."
The world kept it prisoner on her throne.
Love said to the world, "I am thine."
The world gave it the freedom of her house.
94
The thick fog seemed to be the wish of the earth.
It hid the sun to which she had called.
The mist is like the earth's desire.
It hides the sun for whom she cries.
95
Be quiet, In my heart, these big trees are all prayers.
Be still, my heart, these great trees are prayers.
96
The momentary noise mocks the eternal music.
The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.
97
I think of the noise floating on the streams of life and love and death. Many other times, and their being forgotten, I felt the freedom of leaving this world.
I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love
and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away.
98
The melancholy in my soul is her wedding veil.
This veil waits to be removed at night.
The sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
It waits to be lifted in the night.
99
Death of The mark gives value to a living coin, enabling it to purchase real treasure with its life.
Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible
to buy with life what is truly precious.