I hope you like Tagore's poems.
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.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
The vast desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and flies away with a smile.
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. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness?
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We didn't know we were dear to each other until we woke up.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart, like the evening arrival in the silent forest.
10 Some invisible fingers, like lazy fingers, are playing ripple music in my heart.
1 1 "Seawater, what are you talking about?"
"This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?"
"It's eternal silence."
12 Listen to my heart quietly. Listen to the whispers of the world. This is a sign that he loves you.
13 The mystery created is like the darkness at night _ _ _ is great, but the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.
Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high.
I sat at the window this morning. The world, like a passer-by, stopped for a moment, nodded to me and passed by.
These rustles are the rustles of green leaves. They whispered happily in their hearts.
17 You can't see your truth, you only see your shadow.
18 I couldn't choose the best, but the best chose me.
19 Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front.
My existence is the eternal miracle of life.
2 1 "We rustling leaves have voices to answer the storm, but who are you so silent?"
"I'm just a flower."
Rest belongs to work as eyelids belong to eyes.
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth.
God wants us to repay him for the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the land.
Light is like a naked child playing happily among the green leaves. He doesn't know that people can cheat Tibetans.
O beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror.
My heart beats her waves and writes her inscription "I love you" on the shore of the "world" with tears.
"Moon, what are you waiting for?"
"In order to pay tribute to the sun, I must make way for him."
The green trees come to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
God's own morning is new to him.
3 1 Life gains assets due to the requirements of the "world" and value due to the requirements of love.
The dry river bed does not thank him for his past.
A bird wishes to be a cloud, and a cloud wishes to be a bird.
The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song."
I can't tell why this heart is so depressed and silent.
He never asked for that little need, never knew, never remembered.
Woman, when you do housework, your hands and feet are singing, just like a mountain stream singing among pebbles.
When the sun crossed the West Sea, it saluted the East for the last time.
Don't blame your food because you have no appetite.
You don't say anything to me with a smile. I think I've been waiting for this for a long time.
The "world" rushes through the strings of an indecisive heart and plays a sad movement.
4 1 Thank God, I am not the wheel of power, but one of the living people who are crushed under this wheel.
The mind is sharp, not broad. It sticks to every point, but does not move.
After working for 43 days, I am like a boat dragging on the beach, quietly listening to the dance music of the evening tide.
Our life is a gift, and we can only get it by giving our lives.
The sparrow looked at the peacock with its tail, and was very worried.
Never be afraid, the voice now sings like this.
48 "Perfection" decorates itself beautifully for the love of "incompleteness".
God said to man, "I heal you, so I will hurt you." I love you, so I will punish you. "
Thank the flame for giving you light, but don't forget the person who holds the lamp. He stood indomitable in the darkness.
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