Tagore's prose poems?

Rabindranath Tagore is a famous Indian poet, writer, social activist, philosopher and Indian nationalist. The following is what I brought to you for your appreciation.

: ode to the sun

Ah, sun, my friend,

spread your golden lotus!

Hold up the bright giant cymbal

Split the black cloud full of tears!

I know you are sitting in the middle of the lotus,

and your loose hair is glittering.

Sanskrit sounds that wake up everything

burning strings that fly from your arms.

In this life

At the first dawn, you kissed my pure forehead

.

the light flow ignited by your kiss

is surging with brilliant waves in my heart.

The restless flame

leaps and whistles in my song.

My game-writing protocol with a hickey

is dancing in the rhythmic flood.

crazy music

mixed with passionate feelings

drifted in all directions.

Your kiss also caused the heart to cry for no reason,

inexplicable sadness.

I would like to bow to the image of the truth I am pursuing in your flaming sacrifice.

Ancient poet, sleepy seaside

You blow the reed flute to dispel the darkness

It is my heart;

from the flute hole headland, there are

colorful clouds in the sky,

fragrant wheatgrass in the forest, and

tinkling of rock springs.

In the ups and downs of melody, the energetic spring water

fills my whole body.

my soul is a lost tune.

You board the boat of music,

You hug the boundless earth curiously,

You drift on the river of years with a smile.

In the warm sunshine of Ashwin,

My bound soul

restless and unwilling to be lonely

is like the light reflected by the wet jasmine

.

your dancing light beam on the peak threw me into my eyes.

what treasure in the treasure house of heat

have you given me?

what dreams are woven in my deep heart

in all kinds of colors?

The female emissary you sent

painted in the high hall in the wide field,

the long past

the intangible and wonderful fantasy

disappeared completely.

Laughter and bitterness return to normal-

Don't lock me up.

The female emissaries of Slawanyue

hide in the swaying green leaves,

anklets and the gurgling spring leaping over the rock * * *;

Visak drank the wine of the storm in the month,

danced slightly, and the sky shook.

parting spring

all the gifts are soft.

After a busy time,

they disappeared into the horizon of poverty,

leaving no footprints.

ah, sun, in your palace

the golden flute in autumn is playing the divine comedy.

The world with morning light, clear dew, tears and sweet smiles

is sometimes cheerful and sometimes melancholy.

I don't know who is calling my song,

I suddenly have crazy enthusiasm,

like a wandering monk flying towards you

intently,

carrying a flower basket.

A beggar of light can sleepwalk into your temple

?

Ah, Sun, open the door,

Hold my long-awaited song in your arms;

The bank of the fire spring pursues the baptism of "serenity", and

removes all doubts and fears.

at dusk, she painted her distribution line red with cinnabar

;

at dawn, use the morning star

to draw auspicious moles on her delicate eyebrows

;

play the sunset song with the vigorous rhyme of the waves

.

: Dew

Dew said tearfully:

"How short my life is

Like a child's fantasy,

I will die when I am born.

Alas, I'm just a teardrop of dawn fairy who wakes up.

As long as she stops smiling,

she immediately shrinks and disappears.

Roses raise their pink cheeks, and

give a sweet and touching smile.

Jasmine dedicates itself to the sweet pulp of life,

The wind is fascinated by sipping.

Butterflies can't make up their minds,

who to marry for life,

flapping their tired wings

flying among flowers.

Oh, why can't I live forever in their joy

?

Why, like eyelashes bouncing off

that brief moment of excitement,

with a far from satisfied smile

sadly leave a 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 sighed and said,

"Why am I not a dewdrop?

Every morning when I open my eyes,

my life will wither away immediately.

Oh, God, you created my life like a dewdrop.

Why don't you give me a dewdrop-like death? "

: Qimxy

is filled with time and vast clear sky.

The sleeping god is dreaming magnificent dreams.

In an empty dream,

the vast land

floats like a bubble in his heart,

the sun and moon rise, twilight and dawn rise, and

hundreds of millions of brilliant galaxies rise.

Clusters of planets and satellites are spinning endlessly,

It sinks and floats under the sky day and night.

The lonely sea sings all the year round.

There are spirits from thousands of rivers under its feet.

The river is gurgling, the quiet spring is trickling,

The cloud roar is dull, and the tsunami is solemn;

The grinning Gangfeng walked out of the old mansion,

Countless rough hands flicked the pipa of the trees;

Like Shan Yao's frozen laughter,

Glaciers howl and roll into deep valleys;

The head of the forest shakes its hair, and

The songs echoing everywhere are sad and sad.

A piece of land radiates wonderful sound waves, and

it becomes a hymn of a broad heart.

The sights and creatures of this dream kingdom

keep changing their new shapes.

Flowers bear fruit, fruits become seeds, and

New trees in the forest are colorful.

Water vapor condenses into clouds, and the clouds turn into showers.

Waterfalls break through the imprisonment of heavy mountains.

In summer, the melted snow water flies down to the crematorium, and

douses the blazing flames of the crematorium.

Summer rain turns into white-haired winter, and

It's like the blooming mountain flowers sent back to spring by Zhu Chadi.

Everything is new except the eternal heart.

The eternal heart is brewing new dreams.

People created in incomplete dreams are slaves of habits,

They make unremitting efforts to win sober perfection.

His only wish:

Understanding to tear up the veil of obscurity.

when will the perfect soul get out of sleep?

the dream of the world's deficit will gradually become round?

the Dark Dream shadow of the sun, the moon and the stars

melts into the shining heart.

the earth burst, and the stars

were broken one after another like bubbles.

Creatures brighter than the stars

also disappear like bubbles.

Great God, is there really a moment when great dreams die?

Is the half-truth and half-falsehood about to sink in the sea of truth?

Your heart lurks in the half-destroyed water.

Tell me when it will be completely destroyed, Great God!