"I Ask for Nothing" Rabindranath Tagore
I ask for nothing, just standing behind the trees at the edge of the forest.
Tiredness still lingers on Dawn’s eyes, and dew is in the air.
The lazy smell of wet grass hangs in the mist of the ground.
Under the banyan tree, you squeeze the milk with your creamy and soft hands.
I stood quietly.
I did not approach you.
The sky wakes up together with the sound of gongs in the temple.
The street dust flew under the hooves of the driven cattle.
Hold the gurgling water bottle around your waist,
The women came from the river.
Your bracelet jingles, and the milk foam overflows the rim of the can.
The morning light fades away but I do not approach you.
"When Time Has Gone" Rabindranath Tagore
If time has passed,
the birds will no longer sing,
the wind will blow Tired,
Then cover me with a thick curtain of darkness,
Just as you wrap the earth with a quilt of sleep at dusk,
And Gently close the water lily petals.
The journey is not over yet, the luggage is empty,
the clothes are torn and stained, and the person is exhausted.
You dispel the traveler's shame and embarrassment,
making him glow like a flower under your merciful night.
Awake under your loving night.
"Don't leave without saying goodbye, I love you" Rabindranath Tagore
Don't leave without saying goodbye, I love you.
I visited all night, and now my face is heavy with sleep.
I'm afraid I'll lose you in my sleep.
Don’t leave without saying goodbye, I love you.
I was startled and stretched out my hands to touch you.
I asked myself: "Is this a dream?"
I wish I could use it. My heart is tied to your feet and held tightly to my chest!
Don’t leave without saying goodbye, I love you.
"If it is really time to separate"
If it is really time to separate,
Please give me one last kiss.
I will sing in my dreams from now on
Chasing your trace in the distance.
My lover, you must come and visit me often
My window,
a deserted window.
The green branches of cardamom beside the forest
whisper in the deep fragrance.
Birds on the treetops,
Have you ever brought back memories——
In the moist green shade of the Slavan moon in the past
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Our meeting,
a heartbreaking meeting.