Tagore, Firefly

Little fireflies, in the Woods, in the dark dusk,

How happily you spread your wings!

You pour your heart into joy.

You are neither the sun nor the moon,

Aren't you less fun?

You ended your life,

You lit your own lamp;

Everything you have is your own,

You owe nobody;

You just obeyed,

Your inner strength.

You broke through the darkness,

You are young, but you are not young,

Because all the light in the universe,

Are all your relatives.

Ignite yourself in the dark night sky and send a ray of light to you in the distance. ....

All the happiness comes from me burning in the dark and you fuzzy. ...

The meaning of life is not measured by external greatness and smallness, but by whether you cherish yourself, cherish the power given to you by nature, and use this power to shine as much as possible.