2 Tagore Poems, Please, Great Gods.

1 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. 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 Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.3 The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.4 is the tears of the earth, which keeps her smile youthful. It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.5 The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass, who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. The mighty despair is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.6 If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of lameness? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Her wish face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.9 Once, we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to know that we were dear to each other. Once we dream that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dead to each other. 1 Sorrow is calm in my heart, just like dusk falls in the silent mountain forest. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the eventing among the silent trees.11 Some invisible hands, like an idle breeze, are playing the music of gurgling in my heart. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.12 "What is your language, sea water?" "It's an eternal question." "What is your answer, sky?" "It's eternal silence." “ What language is thine, O sea? “ “The language of eternal question.“ “What language is thy answer, O sky? Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.14 The mystery created is like the darkness at night-it is great. But the illusion of knowledge is just like the fog in the morning. The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning. 15 Don't let your love sit on a cliff just because it is high. Do not sit your love upon a precipice because it is high.16 I sit at the window this morning, where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. I sit at my window this morning where the world is like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.17 These micro (wind thoughts) are the rustling sounds of leaves; They whisper in my heart with joy. There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They have their whisper of joy in my mind.18 You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow. What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.19 God, my wishes are really stupid. They shout in your song. Let me just listen. My wishes are tools, they should cross thy song, my master. Let me but listen. 2 I can't choose the best. Is the best choice for me. I can't choose the best. The best choices me./baike/12577727275352.html This is all the Chinese-English translations of poetry.