Tagore's Classic English Poetry
My God, in my dry heart, the rain has stopped for several days.
In my dry heart, I haven't been moistened by rain for many days, my God.
The horizon is bare, without a cloud or a cool shower in the distance.
The horizon is horribly exposed ―― there is no faint cloud cover, and there is no coolness of rain in the distance.
If you like, send your angry storm, with the darkness of death, and disturb the sky with lightning from one end to the other.
If you like, please send down your storm of death and anger and shake the sky with lightning.
But please call back, my Lord, this diffuse silent heat, which is still, sharp and cruel, burning the soul with terrible despair.
But please remember, my Lord, this silent heat, heavy, sharp and cruel, burns people with terrible despair.
Let the cloud of grace hang down from top to bottom, just like the mother in tears when her father is angry.
Let CiYun droop, like the tearful eyes of my mother when my father is angry.
Tagore's Classic English Poems Part II
When my heart becomes hard and thirsty, please give me a little pity.
When my heart is hard and anxious, please sprinkle kindness on me.
When life loses its grace, please sing for a while.
When life loses its favor, please give me a happy song.
When the noisy work shuts me out from all directions, my silent Lord, come to me with your peace and rest.
When I am cut off from the outside world by noisy work, my quiet Lord, please come with your peace and rest.
When my beggar's heart is curled up and locked in the corner, my king, please open the door and come with the ceremony of the king.
When I am squatting in the corner with a beggar's heart, my king, please break in with the majesty of the king.
When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O Holy One, you are awake and come with your light and your thunder.
When desire confuses my mind with temptation and dust, O Holy One, you are awake, please bring your lightning.
Tagore's Classic English Poems Part III
I need you, just you-let my heart keep repeating.
I need you, only you-let my heart keep repeating this sentence.
All the desires that distract me day and night are hypocritical and empty to the extreme.
All kinds of desires that tempt me day and night are completely deceptive and empty.
Just as the dark night hides the prayer for light in its darkness, even so, in the depths of my unconscious, there is a cry-"I need you, only you".
Just as the night is hidden in the darkness of praying for light, there is also a cry in my subconscious-I need you, only you.
When the storm tries its best to strike peace, it still seeks its end in peace.
Just as a storm goes all out to attack peace, but tries to end it in peace,
Even so, my resistance has hit your love, and its cry is still-'I need you, only you'.
My resistance is impacting your love, and its voice is still-I need you, only you.
Tagore's Classical English Poems No.4
This is my prayer to you, my Lord-please eradicate it, eradicate the root of poverty in my heart.
This is my prayer to you, my Lord-please eradicate it and the root of my poverty.
Give me strength to bear my joys and sorrows easily.
Give me strength, so that I can bear the joys and sorrows calmly.
Give me strength and let my love bear fruit in service.
Give me strength to let my love bear fruit in service.
Please give me strength, so that I will never turn my back on the poor, and I will never kneel before arrogant power.
Give me strength so that I will never abandon the poor and never bow to arrogance.
Give me strength, let my mind transcend daily chores.
Give me strength, let my mind transcend daily chores.
Give me strength, let me surrender my strength to your will with love.
Give me strength, let me surrender my strength to your will with love.
Chapter 5 of Tagore's Classic English Poetry
There, the mind is fearless and holds its head high;
There, the heart is fearless, and the head is held high;
Knowledge is free;
There, knowledge is free;
There, the world is not divided into pieces by narrow domestic walls;
There, the world is not divided into pieces by the narrow walls of the home country;
Words come from the depths of truth;
There, words come from the depths of truth;
Make unremitting efforts to open your arms to perfection;
Where, make unremitting efforts? Perfect? Reach out;
There, the rational clean stream did not lose its way and merged into the dreary desert of death habits;
There, the clear spring of reason did not sink into the desert of habit;
There, you lead our thoughts into open thoughts and actions, into the paradise of freedom, my father, let my country wake up.
There, the mind is guided by you, moving towards the thoughts and behaviors of constant relaxation-entering the paradise of freedom, my father, and awakening my country.