Great land, I often feel my body eager to flow through you and share happiness with every green leaf that raises its flag to answer the blue sky greetings!
I think I belonged to you for many generations before I was born. This is glory. In the days when the mature ears of wheat were shaking, I seemed to recall a time when I was aiming at four directions, and even heard waves of voices that seemed to be my companions, coming from the distant and veiled past.
At dusk, the sheep returned to the sheepfold, dust was raised on the grass path, and the moon rose higher than the smoke in the village. I seem to feel sad for the painful separation I encountered in the first morning of my existence.
Tagore's Life Poems (Ⅱ)
Himalaya, when you were a teenager in the world, you jumped out of the cracked chest of the earth and threw your burning and provocative mountains at the sun.
Then mature. At that time, you say to yourself, "That's enough, don't digress!" " "Your fiery heart, longing for clouds, found its limit and stood still, paying tribute to infinity.
When your passion is suppressed, beauty will play freely on your chest, and trust will immerse you in the joy of flowers, birds, fish and insects.
You sit alone, like a well-read scholar, with an open ancient book composed of countless Shi Ye on your leg.
I want to know, what story is written in it? -Is the eternal wedding between the elder brother Shiva and the goddess Shiva Vanni? -Is it a drama about fear of proposing to weak forces?
Tagore's Poems about Life (3)
The morning is like a lock of bangs stained with rain and mud, hanging on the forehead of a rainy night. At this time, the dark clouds are no longer dense.
A little girl stood at the window. She was as quiet as a rainbow when a stopped thunderstorm came.
She is my neighbor, and she came into the world like a rebellious laugh of some god. When her mother was angry, she called her a leopard cannot change its spots. Her father smiled and said that she was a crazy child.
She is an escape waterfall, jumping over rocks, rustling like the tallest bamboo branches in the endless wind.
She stood at the window and looked at the sky outside.
Her sister came over and said, "Mom is calling you." She shook her head.
Her little brother came running with a boat and tried to pull her to play with him, but she broke free from his hand. The boy pestered her and she hit him on the back.
At the beginning of the earth's creation, the first great sound was the sound of running water and breeze.
The ancient call of nature-the silent call of nature to the unborn life-has reached the child's heart and led her mind out of the barriers of our times alone; So she stood there, fascinated by eternal confusion!
Tagore's Life Poems (IV)
Come on, spring, passionate lover of the earth, you make the heart of the forest restless because of the desire to talk!
Turn you into an uneasy wind, blowing to the place where flowers bloom and new leaves dance!
You are like a bright rebel, rushing through the surveillance of the night, rushing through the dark silence of the lake, passing through the underground prison, and declaring freedom to the bound seeds!
You are like the laughter of lightning, like the roar of the storm, rushing into the noisy city; Liberate stagnant language and ignorant labor, and strengthen our lax battle to conquer death!
Tagore's Life Poems (V)
Light, my light, is full of the light of the world, the light of kissing the target, and the light of the sweet heart!
Oh, my baby, just dancing in a corner of my life; My baby, the sunshine is touching the heartstrings of my love, the sky is open, the wind is raging, and laughter resounds through the earth.
Butterflies spread their wings on the bright sea. Lily and jasmine are surging on the waves of light waves.
My baby, light scatters gold on every cloud, and it scatters countless jewels.
My baby, happiness stretches among the leaves, and joy is boundless. The banks of the Tianhe River are flooded, and the flood of joy is scattered.