Tagore's Eight Classic Poems

Tagore's eight classic poems: 1 I don't want anything; If I have never met you in my life; 3 life is like summer flowers; At that time, the lights were gone; If you must fall in love with me; 6 patience; 7 eternal love; Don't leave without saying goodbye, I love Tagore's eight classic poems; 65438+ Tiredness lingers in the eyes of dawn, and dew is moist in the air. The lazy breath of wet grass hangs in the mist on the ground. Under the banyan tree, you milk with your soft hands like cream. I stood still. I didn't come near you. The sky woke up with the gong in the temple. The dust in the street fluttered under the driven cow's hoof. Women came from the river with bubbling water bottles on their waists. Your bracelet jingled and the foam overflowed the edge of the jar. The morning is getting dark, and I'm not by your side. -Tagore's "I don't want anything" 2 If I haven't met you in this life, let me never forget it, and let me bear this sad pain in my dream when I wake up. When I spend my days in the bustling cities of the world, with my daily profit in my hand, I always feel that I have got nothing-let me never forget that when I wake up from my dream, I will bear this sad pain in my dream. When I am tired and sitting on the side of the road breathing, when I spread the bedding in the dust, let me always remember that there is still a long way to forget, so that when I wake up, I will have this sad pain in my dream. When my home was decorated, the flute sounded and the laughter was loud, which made me feel that I didn't invite you, which made me forget for a moment and made me wake up with this sad pain in my dream. -Tagore "If I don't meet you in this life" 3 I heard the echo, harvesting the empty soul from the valley and the heart with a lonely sickle, repeating that happiness will eventually have an oasis swaying in the desert. I believe I was born like a bright summer flower. Demons are like a fire, bearing the burden of heartbeat and breathing. I'm glad to hear music. The lure from the moonlight and the auxiliary extreme of the carcass capture the ethereal aesthetic life and are full of strong and pure memories. There are always memories running through the world. I believe that when I die, I will be like a quiet and beautiful autumn leaf, with a smoky posture. Even if I wither, I will retain the pride and mystery of my bones and muscles. I heard love. I believe that love is a pool of struggling cyanobacteria, like a weak wind blowing through my bleeding veins. I believe that everything can be heard and even foreseen. When I met another self, I couldn't grasp it for a while and it was gone forever. Look at my hair, I miss some flowers frequently along the way, and I am deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow. Life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves. What do you care? -Tagore Life is like summer flowers. If time goes by, the birds stop singing and the wind is tired, then cover me with a thick dark curtain, just like you wrap the earth with a bed of sleep and gently close the petals of a water lily at dusk. The journey is not over, the bags are empty, the clothes are broken, and people are tired. You dispelled the passenger's shame and embarrassment, and let him bloom like a flower in your kind night. Wake up on the night you love. -Tagore "That time has passed" 5 If you must fall in love with me, your life will be full of troubles. My home is at the crossroads, the door is open, and I am absent-minded-because I am going to sing again. If you must fall in love with me, I will never return heart to heart. Please forgive me if my song is an oath of love. When the music disappears, my credentials will no longer exist, because in the dead of winter, who will keep May's vows? If you must fall in love with me, please don't always keep it in mind. When you smile and your eyes are shining with love, my answer will be fanatical and hasty, which is not practical at all-you should keep it in mind. Then forget it forever. -Tagore "If you must fall in love with me" 6 If you don't talk, I will fill my heart with your silence and endure. I will wait quietly, like a sleepless star in the dark, and bow my head patiently. The dawn will surely come, the darkness will eventually pass away, and your voice will pour into Jin Quan and cut through the sky. At that time, your words will grow wings in every nest of mine, and your sweet music will bloom in my jungle flowers. -Tagore "Patience" 7 I love you in countless ways. Dear, my infatuation will weave a wreath for you forever. Accept my dedication and hang it on your chest in various ways from generation to generation. Many ancient love stories I have heard are full of joy of gathering and sadness of parting. Looking at the past without a beginning, I saw you coming to me, like an unforgettable Beidou that penetrated the darkness of the years. Starting from the heart of the wild times, you and I went boating down the river, playing among hundreds of millions of lovers, in bitter tears and in the shyness of sweet reunion. Old love breeds new stale love, and now it turns into dust under your feet. All the soul's love desires, all the love legends with mixed feelings of sadness and joy, and all the lyrics of love songs written by historical poets are integrated into our new love-Tagore's "Eternal Love" 8 Don't leave without saying goodbye, I love. After shopping all night, I look sleepy now. I am afraid I lost you in my sleep. Don't leave without saying goodbye. I like it. I started up and reached out to touch you. I asked myself, "Is this a dream?" I wish I could tie your feet with my heart and hold them tightly to my chest! Don't leave without saying goodbye. I like it. -Tagore "Don't leave without saying goodbye, I love" Tagore Introduction Robin Delanat Tagore (1861-1941) is an Indian poet, philosopher, anti-modern nationalist and the first Asian to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. In foreign countries, Tagore is generally regarded as a poet, but rarely regarded as a philosopher, but in India, the two are often the same. His poems contain profound religious and philosophical views. For Tagore, his poems are his gifts to God, and he himself is the pursuer of God. His poems enjoy an epic status in India. He himself is regarded as a saint by many Hindus.