Tagore's English Poetry Reading Part I
A child's way, a baby's way
As long as the baby is willing, he can fly to heaven now. As long as the child is willing, he can fly to the sky at this moment.
It is not without reason that he did not leave us. It is not without reason that he will not leave us.
He likes to lean his head on his mother's chest and can't stand not seeing her. He likes to rest his head on his mother's chest. Even if he doesn't see her for a while, he can't.
Babies know all polite and wise words, and they can understand what they mean by worrying on earth. Children know all kinds of clever words, although few people in the world understand their meanings.
It is not without reason that he doesn't want to talk. He never wanted to say that it was not without reason.
One thing he wants to do is to learn from his mother's mouth. That's why he looks so innocent. One thing he has to do is to learn what comes out of his mother's mouth. That's why he looks so naive.
The baby has a pile of gold and pearls, but he came into this world like a beggar. A child has piles of gold and beads, but he came into this world like a beggar.
He came to such a disco for no reason. He pretended to come like this for no reason.
The lovely naked beggar promised to give great help so that he could beg his mother's dear wealth. This cute little naked beggar pretends to be completely helpless, which is the wealth he wants to beg for maternal love.
In the land of the little new moon, the baby is so free and unconstrained. Children are not bound in the little crescent world.
This is not meaningless. It is not without reason that he gave up his freedom.
He knew that there was room for infinite joy in the little corner of his mother's heart, and being properly embraced in her dead arms was far sweeter than being free. He knows that in a small corner of his mother's heart, there is endless happiness hidden, embraced by her dear arm, and its sweetness far exceeds freedom.
Babies never know how to cry. He lives in Elysium. Children never know how to cry. He lives in a complete paradise.
This is not for nothing. His tears are not without reason.
Although his lovely face has a smile, which attracts his mother's longing heart to him, his petty crimes in minor troubles weave a double bond of compassion and love. Although he turned his mother's eager heart to him with a smile on his lovely face, his little crying because of his femininity was woven into a double restraint belt of pity and love.
Tagore's English Poetry Recitation II
An unnoticed floral decoration, an unnoticed pageant
Ah, who colored that little dress, my child, who put that little red coat on your lovely limbs? Ah, who painted that little coat, my child, who put that little red coat on your delicate limbs?
You come out to play in the yard in the morning, running, staggering and stumbling. You run out to play in the patio in the morning, and you, running and running, are like tottering.
But who painted that little dress, my child? But who painted that little coat, my child?
What made you laugh, my little life? What made you laugh, my little life?
Mother stood on the threshold and smiled at you. Mom stood by the door and smiled at you.
She clapped her hands, bracelets jingled, and you danced like a little shepherd with a bamboo pole in your hand. She clapped her hands, bracelets jingled, and you danced with a bamboo pole in your hand, just like a little shepherd boy.
But what made you laugh, my little life? But what made you laugh, my little life bud?
Ah, beggar, what are you begging for with your hands around your mother's neck? Oh, beggar, what do you want with your hands on your mother's head and neck?
Oh, greedy heart, shall I pluck the world from the sky like a fruit and put it on your rosy little palm? Oh, insatiable heart, do you want me to pick the whole world from the sky like a fruit and put it in your little rose palm?
Oh, beggar, what are you begging for? Oh, beggar, what do you want to beg?
The wind happily took away the repair of your anklet. The wind happily takes away the jingle of your anklets.
The sun smiles at your toilet. When you sleep in your mother's arms, the sky protects you. In the morning, you tiptoe to your bed and kiss your eyes. The sun smiles at your clothes. When you sleep in your mother's arms, the sky looks at you from above. In the morning, you climb into your bed and kiss your eyes.
The wind happily took away the repair of your anklet. The wind happily takes away the jingle of your anklets.
Fairy tales of dreams are flying towards you, flying over the dusk sky. The dream girl in Xianxiang flies over the hazy sky and comes to you.
In your mother's heart, Mother World keeps her place beside you. In your mother's heart, the mother of the world is sitting with you.
The man who plays music to the stars is standing in front of your window with his flute. Playing to the stars, he is standing at your window with his flute.
And the fair misunderstanding of dreams is flying towards you, flying over the dusk sky. The dream girl in Xianxiang flies over the hazy sky and comes to you.
Tagore's English poetry recitation III
Sleepstealer
Who stole sleep from the baby's eyes? I have to know. Who stole the sleep from the child's eyes? I have to know.
Mother slung the pitcher around her waist and went to the nearby village to fetch water. Mother went to fetch water from a nearby village with a pitcher on her waist.
It was noon. The children's playtime is over; The ducks in the pond are quiet. It's noon now, and it's past the time for children to play; The ducks in the pool are very quiet.
The shepherd boy is sleeping under the banyan tree. The shepherd boy fell asleep under the banyan tree.
The crane stool grave is still in the swarm near the mango forest. The white crane stood solemnly and quietly in the mud beside the lemon fruit tree.
In this sense, when the sleeper comes, he steals sleep from the baby's eyes and flies away. Just then, the sleeper came and grabbed sleep from the child's eyes and flew away.
When the mother came back, she found the baby crawling around the room. When mother came back, she saw the child crawling around the room.
Who stole sleep from our baby's eyes? I have to know. I have to find her and lock her up. Who stole the sleep from the child's eyes? I have to know. I have to find her and lock her up.
I must look at the dark cave, where a stream flows slowly through boulders and wrinkled stones. I must observe that black hole. In this hole, there is a Koizumi dripping from a round crumpled stone.
I must look in the sleepy shade of Bakula Woods, pigeons cooing in their corners, and the anklets of fairies jingling in the silence of the starry sky. I must look for it in the silent shadows of the drunken forest. Pigeons coo where they live, and fairy anklets jingle in the starry night.
In the evening, I will peep into the whispering silence in the bamboo forest, where fireflies waste their light. I will ask every creature I meet, "Who can tell me where the sleeper lives?" At dusk, I want to peep at the quiet and rustling bamboo forest. In this forest, fireflies consume their sparkling light. Whenever I meet someone, I will ask him: Who can tell me where the sleeper lives?
Who stole the sleep from the baby's eyes? I have to know. Who stole the sleep from the child's eyes? I have to know.
If I can catch her, shouldn't I teach her a lesson! As long as I can catch her, I'm afraid I won't teach her a good lesson
I will raid her lair and see where she sleeps. I'm going to break into her nest and see where she hides the stolen sleep.
I'll take it all home. I'll take it all away and take it home.
I will tie her wings tightly, put her on the river bank, and then let her fish with a reed between the river and the water lily. I will tie her wings tightly, put her by the river, and then let her take a reed and fish between rushes and water lilies for fun.
When the market ends at night, the children in the village sit on their mother's lap, and the night bird will sneer in her ear: At dusk, the street is closed, and when all the children in the village sit on their mother's lap, the night bird will sneer in her ear and say:
"Whose sleep are you going to steal now?" ? Whose sleep do you want to steal now?
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