The first jasmine flower
Tagore
Ah, these jasmine flowers, these white jasmine flowers!
I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands.
These jasmine flowers, these white jasmine flowers.
I love sunshine, sky and green earth;
I heard the gurgling sound of the river.
Through the darkness of midnight;
The autumn sunset came to me at the corner of the road.
Lift her veil like a bride on a lonely wasteland.
Accept her lover.
However, my memory is still the sweet first white jasmine flower.
What I held in my hand when I was a child.
There are many happy days in my life,
On the night of the festival, I laugh with people who have fun.
On a rainy gray morning
I hummed many idle songs.
I wore a wreath of dusk around my neck.
Bakula woven by the hand of love.
However, my heart is sweet because I think of the first batch of fresh jasmine flowers.
When I was a child, my hands were full.
Translation:
The original jasmine flower
Tagore
Oh, these jasmine flowers, these white jasmine flowers!
I seem to remember the first time I held these jasmine flowers in my hand.
When these white jasmine flowers.
I love the sunshine, the sky and the green earth.
I heard the river gurgling in the dark midnight;
The autumn sunset greeted me in the corner of Kaminooji, just like the bride lifted her veil to greet a good lover.
But I think of the white jasmine I first held in my hand when I was a child, and my heart is full of sweet memories.
I have had many happy days in my life. I was amused by those jokes on the night of the holiday party.
On a gloomy rainy morning, I sang many elegant poems.
I wear a drunken wreath woven by my lover as an evening dress around my neck.
But I think of the white jasmine I first held in my hand when I was a child, and my heart is full of sweet memories.