Gitanjali shows the beauty of language to the fullest. Originally written in Bengali, this poem is "full of subtle rhythms, untranslatable soft colors and innovative rhythms". It seems that we call it prose poetry now, mainly because this work was translated into English by Tagore himself and then into Chinese by Bing Xin, which inevitably lost many untranslatable soft colors and rhythms of the poem itself. Poets and readers must choose between two dilemmas: either keep the rhythm of the original text and let it lie quietly in the beautiful cradle of Bengali, which most people in the world don't know; Otherwise, the original beauty and rhythm of the language will be lost in the process of translation, and then it will be widely spread. As a result, everyone knows, otherwise we will never know this great work and will never fall in love with it. Although "Gitanjali" lost a lot of elegance in the transformation of words, it is still lovely and charming, with a variety of customs! I think Tagore himself and Bing Xin will have a lot of regrets in this necessary translation, but they have lost their original rhythmic beauty helplessly, and will bring this regret to readers. However, more still preserved the beauty of poetry.
Although the English version of Kitangari has almost lost its original poetic beauty (some poems have English rhythms, such asNo. 10), those western authorities who hold the Nobel Prize evaluation qualification, after reading the English version of Kitangari, give the following comments: "Because his poems are the sharpest, freshest and most beautiful; This poem comes from superb skills, and because he expresses himself in English, his poetic thoughts have become a part of western literature. " It's a pity that these judges and authorities don't know Bengali like us. If they were familiar with Bengali, I really don't know how they would write the Nobel Prize.
Not just the Nobel Prize judges. WB Ye Zhi, an Irish poet, Tagore won the Nobel Prize in Literature in the last ten years 1923, 19 12 praised and prefaced in English.
Ye Zhi wrote: "His life is perfect; He is very old and has written many works depicting natural scenery. He will sit in the garden all day. From about twenty-five to thirty-five, he wrote the most beautiful love poems in our language, and his heart was full of great sadness. ..... His art is more and more profound, full of religious and philosophical meanings; All human desires are the theme of his singing. He is the first of our saints who doesn't hate living, but he speaks from the perspective of life itself ... These lyrics-according to my Indian friend, the original Bengali text is full of subtle rhythms, untranslatable soft colors and innovative metrical patterns-show a world that I have dreamed of in my life with their thoughts. However, a highly cultural work of art looks like a plant growing in ordinary soil, just like grass or rushes. ..... it is our own emotions that cry,' Because I love life, I know I will love death.' "
American poet Pound said: Tagore ... has mastered all kinds of wonders of English, and his poems have a special sense of tranquility. ..... we found our own new Greece.
Uppsala, a famous Swedish scholar, said: Nobel Prize in Literature should be awarded to this writer who is both an artist and a prophet. Tagore is unparalleled in this respect.
Xu Zhimo, a famous poet in China, once translated Tagore in China. He said: With Tagore's The Old Man, my inspiration has wings, and I can always find the best feeling at once.
Read some beautiful poems in Gitanjali, and you will know what these famous poets said:
You make me immortal, which is your happiness. This fragile cup, you keep emptying it and filling it with new life.
This little reed flute, you carry it over mountains and valleys, and blow out the music of eternal faith from the flute tube. (1 song)
This is the beginning, life and reed flute, solemn and light, suddenly entered a great topic from the simplest and natural place.
Drunk in the singing, I forgot myself. You are my master, but I call you a friend. (two songs)
Close to God? Devotion? Admire? Or all of them!
Let my life be as simple as a reed flute and let you play music. (7 songs)
Once again, simply offering songs will once again bring readers a simple sense of beauty. Why is it always the flute? Is there a purer and more natural musical sound than a reed flute?
The nearest place, the farthest road and the simplest tone require the hardest practice. (12 songs)
There is no need to explain. We'd better shut up in front of such a poem. Philosophy speaks for itself. I'm afraid it wasn't Gu Cheng who was inspired by this sentence.
I live in the hope of meeting him, but the day of meeting hasn't come yet. (13 songs)
A word without modification is very poetic. Like a fallen leaf floating in autumn water.
I'm just waiting for love to finally give me to him. (17 songs)
Devotion to God is more infatuated than giving yourself to a person! Reminiscent of Yuan Haowen's "Ask the world how to teach life and death". For God, all bodies must be handed over to the Lord. What about lovers? Yuan Hao asked questions hundreds of years ago. Qiong Yao agreed, so she used this song as the opening song. Emotionally, God and love are the same! It's amazing. But God has more parents than lovers. That's for sure anyway!
If you don't speak, I will endure and fill my heart with your silence. (19 songs)
The real "silence is better than sound". Only this silence can soothe the soul and fill the soul. Waiting in silence, hoping in silence.
I can't see anything. I don't know which way you are going!
My friend, have you groped your way to me from the dark river bank, from the distant sad Woods, through the dark winding path? (23 songs)
My friend? God? Lover? Friends? A * * * query, a * * * poetic beauty. Words are hard to describe. You grope, I wait.
The night is as black as a black rock. Don't let time pass in the dark. Light the lamp of love with your life. (27 songs)
Light the lamp of love with life, and the lamp is life! It is love! The darker the surroundings, the brighter the lights!
People who love me in the world try their best to hold me. Your love is not like this. Your love is much greater than theirs. You set me free. (32 songs)
Love is infinite! Big Dj Yan acoustics, generous without horns, elephant invisible. Freedom is inevitable in human nature. Although it is a praise to God, shouldn't we learn from God? ! This question is left to philosophers or sociologists. What is the relationship among freedom, emotion, responsibility, obligation and duty? Which is more important? Do you have any priorities? But Tagore obviously praised God by praising freedom! But who are the "they" who are much greater than them? The wise Tagore!
But I find that your will has no end in me. Old words have just died on the tip of the tongue, and new music is generate from the heart; Old road fans, new fields are displayed wonderfully in front of them. (37 songs)
Confidence in God, confidence in life, confidence in the motherland, and interpretation of nature. Most of the poets who wrote "Qian Fan is on the edge of a sunken ship and Wan Muchun is in front of a sick tree" are in common. Maybe Tagore and Liu Yuxi are having a heart-to-heart talk?
Let CiYun droop, like the tearful eyes of my mother when my father is angry. (40 songs)
Mother strict father, all for love! Is this cloud hanging low when you encounter bumps or do something wrong in your life?
Light dances in a corner of my life; My baby, the sunshine touches the heartstrings of my love; (57 songs)
The light is always there, and the sun and the moon cycle. Light is a part of life. As long as the heart is there. God bless the motherland! God bless justice! God bless all good things and life! God often blesses others who care about themselves. When touched by light, the strings are those that have been moldy for a long time in the shadow. Of course it's a surprise!
She rules my thoughts, actions and dreams, but lives alone.
Many people knocked on my door to see her and returned disappointed.
No one in this world has ever faced her, and she is waiting for your appreciation alone. (66 songs)
This is God! Unreal, but everywhere. Laity will remember that good is rewarded with good, and evil with evil.
You and my magnificent team filled the sky. Because of your songs, my songs, the space is shaking, and all the time is spent in hide-and-seek between you and me. (7 1 song)
God and we, * * * go forward together and disappear together. Full of magic and pride.
Because she lost, the world lost a kind of happiness.
Only in the silent night, the stars smile and whisper to each other-"it's no use looking for perfection!" " (78 songs)
The importance of ideals! The importance of faith! The importance of kindness! The importance of God! Not everyone has lost her, she is always in the universe! The person who lost her is naturally sad, because "flawless perfection is covering everything!" "The stars at night know.
Sorrow pervades the world and breeds countless situations in the boundless sky.
It is this kind of sadness that silently looks at the stars all night. In rainy July, the rustling trees turned into lyrics. (84 songs)
Has Tai Weng read Liu Yong? "Affection has been sad since ancient times, more comparable, and it is a cold autumn festival." The feeling of parting is the same all over the world. As evidenced by the "broken blue bridge".
I have come to the edge of eternity, where everything is immortal-whether it is hope, happiness, or the face I see from tears. (87 songs)
Everything on the edge is the most poetic. Everything is immortal! There are joys and sorrows in the world. There are joys and sorrows, but what is lacking is the lack of rain or shine. So humans often ask about eternity. What is eternity?
When death knocks on your door, what will you give him?
Oh, I'll put my glass full of life in front of my guests-
I will never let it go home empty-handed.
All the rich harvest of my autumn night and summer night, all the acquisition and collection of my hasty life, will be placed in front of death when he knocks on my door on my deathbed. (90 songs)
Poets must think about life and death!
Oh, the final completion of your life, death, my death, come and whisper to me!
I watch over you every day; For you, I have endured the joys and sorrows of life.
All my existence, everything, all my hopes and all my love always flow to you in a deep secret. Your tears gave me one last look, and my life will always belong to you. (9 1 song)
Is death the final completion? Yes or no. I ran to you, but your eyes were hazy.
In my worship of you, my God, let all my senses stretch out at your feet and touch the world.
Like a wet cloud in July, with heavy raindrops falling, let my whole heart bow down at your door in the folded worship of you.
Let all my poems come together in different tones and become a torrent in my worship of you, pouring into the silent sea.
Like a flock of homesick cranes, they fly to their mountain nests day and night. In my worship of you, let my life set out for its permanent hometown. (103 songs)
Worship! Beautiful, beautiful! "Let my whole life set out for its permanent hometown."
Poetry must have the requirements of meter, rhyme and refinement, otherwise it is not called poetry. This is also the charm and unique aesthetic feeling of poetry. However, the rhythm, rhyme and conciseness required by the poetic form itself often limit the expression of artistic conception and feelings, and the result may be counterproductive and self-defeating. This is also the difficulty of writing poetry, so it is difficult for poets. China's ancient poems are rigorous and require allusions. Of course, this can show the poet's profound cultural and historical background. However, in a poem with three or five crosses, too many allusions often confuse readers. It is really interesting that the writers compete with each other, but the readers are puzzled, which may be one of the reasons why metrical poems gradually fade out of the mainstream culture.
However, people's interest in appreciating metrical poems has not diminished. Few people write metrical poems, but many people read them. Modern poetry is just the opposite.
Busy modern civilized society often makes poets have no time to carefully quote classics and obey the law. But the beauty of rhythm or beat will still make readers produce beautiful songs, not less than in the past! In order to make a living, poets can't give full consideration to the beauty of poetry, which leads to many readers who want to read poetry but have nowhere to find it.
Beauty is the common goal pursued by various literary and artistic forms. Painting gives people the beauty of colors and lines, calligraphy gives people the beauty of rigidity and softness, dance gives people the beauty of rhythm and posture, music gives people the beauty of melody and sound, and architecture gives people the beauty of form and harmony. Poetry gives people the beauty of rhythm and language.