A modern short poem-the furthest distance in the world-Tagore [India]
The furthest distance in the world
Not life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing right in front of you, and you don't know that I love you.
But knowing that we love each other but can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that you can't be together when you know you love each other.
But when I can't resist this yearning, I will still pretend that I don't have you in my heart.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't resist this yearning, but that I deliberately pretended not to put you in my heart at all, but dug an insurmountable ditch for the person who loves you with my indifferent heart.
Modern short poem II "If I have never met you in my life"-Tagore
If I had never met you in my life,
Let me always hate not to meet-
Let me never forget,
Let me dream with this sad pain when I wake up.
When I spent my time in a busy city in the world,
When I hold the daily profit in my hand,
Makes me feel like I've got nothing—
Let me never forget,
Let me dream with this sad pain when I wake up.
When I was sitting on the side of the road, tired and panting,
When I was lying in the dust,
Let me always remember that the road ahead is still long-
Let me never forget,
Let me dream with this sad pain when I wake up.
When my house is decorated and the flute is played,
When laughter is loud,
Makes me feel like I didn't invite you-
Let me never forget,
Let me dream with this sad pain when I wake up.
Modern short poem "Three Love Poems of Tea"-Zhang Cuo [America]
If I'm boiling water,
You are tea.
Then your scent is gloomy.
Must rely on my tasteless
Let your dry and soft.
Spread out inside me.
Let my infiltration stretch your face
I must be hot, even boiling.
Compatible with each other
We have to hide.
Struggle and entangle in the water
Yizhancha kungfu
We just decided to be a color.
No matter how big the ups and downs, you can't control them.
You will eventually slowly (oh, gently)
Autumn, gathered in my deepest place.
At that time, your most bitter tears.
Will be my sweetest sip of tea.
Modern short poem 4 "Do you have to go?" Tagore
Traveler, do you have to go?
The night was quiet and I slept in the Woods in the dark.
The terrace is brightly lit, full of flowers, and young eyes are still awake.
Traveler, do you have to go?
We never tied your feet with pleading arms,
Your door is open and your saddle is standing at the door.
If we want to get in your way, it's just our song.
If we try to stop you, it's only with our eyes.
Traveler, we can't keep you. We only have tears.
What is the eternal fire shining in your eyes?
What restless fanaticism is running in your blood?
What is calling you in the dark? What terrible magic do you see in the stars in the sky?
Is it the night that came into your silent and eccentric heart with sealed secret information?
Tired heart,
If you don't like happy parties, if you have to be quiet,
We will put out our lights and stop playing our harp.
We just sat quietly in the rustling leaves in the dark, and the tired moon.
Will shed pale light on your window.
Traveler, what sleepless spirit touched you from the heart of midnight?