Rattagore [India]
Holding hands and gazing at each other: this is the beginning of our spiritual record.
This is the moonlit night in March; The air is filled with the fragrance of henna; My flute was forgotten on the earth, and your garland was not woven.
This love between you and me is as simple as a song.
Your reddish veil intoxicated me.
The fragrant corolla you knitted for me fascinated me like a compliment.
This is a game that you want to give away and hide; Some smiles, some slight shyness and some sweet useless struggles.
This love between you and me is as simple as a song.
There is no mystery beyond reality, no need for the impossible; There is no hidden shadow behind charm; There is no groping in the depths of darkness.
This love between you and me is as simple as a song.
We do not deviate from all words and go into the wrong path of eternal silence; We will not reach out to the emptiness and ask for something beyond hope.
What we give and what we get is enough.
We have never been so greedy as to squeeze bitter wine out of joy.
This love between us is as simple as a song.
(Yanwu translation)
Throughout the ages, the concept of love in human society has been branded with the times. Some people pursue the lingering love between flowers and the moon, and some people are addicted to the material enjoyment brought by love ... However, in this second poem of Tai Weng, another love mode he pursues is expressed with extremely simple emotions. As the last line of each paragraph in the poem reveals, "This love between you and me is as simple as a song." Paragraph 1 writes that this kind of love is a record of people's hearts. Of course, this heart is golden, so love is as beautiful as "March Night" and happiness is as sweet as "henna". In the second paragraph, the poem objectively points out that this pure love is just a kind of "game to give away the old and hide the old" This way of expressing love with "smile", "shyness" and "sweet and useless struggle" seems so prosaic, but it is enough to reflect the simplicity of love. The third and fourth poems reveal the true meaning of love and standardize the scale of love with epigrams. This kind of love should be calm and selfless, "there is no mystery beyond reality"; This kind of love is real, "not pursuing the impossible"; This kind of love can compete with the sun and the moon, "there is no shadow behind the charm"; This kind of love should be aboveboard, and there is no "exploration in the dark". This kind of pure love, in the final analysis, must break free from the shackles of selfish desires, "never be insatiable and overjoyed", "reach out to emptiness for something beyond hope" and let "the wine of pain squeeze out of joy." The poet's sincere praise for this "simple as a song" love is undoubtedly a contempt and spit on the ugly reality.
What I want to mention here is that Tagore's own love and marriage life just embodies what he described as "simple as a song" love style. Back in those days, Tai Weng once had his first love, that is, on the eve of studying in Britain, he fell in love with a girl who was educated in Britain, but this first love only left a sweet memory for Tai Weng, but in terms of his social status and moral education, he could not be combined with such a woman. Finally, he was arranged by his family to marry a girl of the same caste at the age of 1 1 according to traditional customs at the age of 22. However, he did not regard this marriage as misfortune, showed no inner pain, and performed his routine duties like ordinary people. The girl who was young and ignorant when she got married that year finally became a good wife, and Tai Weng was also a loyal gentleman. When his wife was seriously ill, he guarded her bedside day and night, carefully guarding her until she died. As this poem reveals, "what we give and what we get are enough". Tai Weng's plain love and marriage life is the perfect embodiment of this outlook on life and love. When we appreciate many stories about romantic love written by Tai Weng in his life, we are all moved by the noble personality of this great writer.