Tagore's English Poetry: The Farthest Road in the World? Tagore
The furthest distance in the world.
Not the distance between life and death. Not from birth to death.
It's that I stand in front of you, and I sit beside you.
You don't know I love you.
The furthest distance in the world.
I'm not standing in front of you. It's not that you are not sure that I love you.
You don't know I love you.
But when my love confuses my soul, I will be fascinated by it.
But I can't say I love you, but I can't say it.
The furthest distance in the world.
It's not that I can't say I love you.
But I miss you deeply. That was after looking at my heart.
But I can only bury love in my heart.
The furthest distance in the world.
It's not that I can't say I miss you.
But love is our love.
But we can't be together. We kept our distance.
The furthest distance in the world.
Not falling in love is not the distance between us.
But we can't be together.
But when we know that true love is invincible, that's when we are breaking through.
Pretending not to care that we deny the existence of love.
The furthest distance in the world is the furthest way in the world.
It's not that the distance between trees is not in two distant trees.
But the branches that grow from the same root are the branches of the same root.
But we can't depend on each other in the wind and enjoy coexistence.
The furthest distance in the world is the furthest way in the world.
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other. It's not on the divided branch.
But the stars that look at each other are among the twinkling stars.
But there is no crossing track. They can't light a lamp.
The furthest distance in the world is the furthest way in the world.
Not the trajectory between stars. It is not a burning star.
But even if the rails intersect, it is behind the light.
But nowhere to be found, they can't be seen from a distance in an instant.
The furthest distance in the world is the furthest way in the world.
It's not that there is nowhere to be found in an instant.
But it is our coincidence that I haven't met it yet.
Destined not to meet the wrong person.
The furthest distance in the world is the furthest way in the world.
The distance between fish and birds is the love between fish and birds.
One is flying in the sky,
One dived into the deep sea. The other is looking up at the sea.
Tagore's English poem: I want nothing.
I didn't ask anything, but stood by the Woods behind the tree.
I just want to stand behind the trees in the forest.
Dawn's eyes are still tired, and dew is still in the air.
The eyes of dawn are still tired, and there is dew in the air.
The lazy smell of wet grass hangs in the mist above the ground.
The lazy breath of wet grass hangs in the mist on the ground.
Under the banyan tree, you milk with your hands, as smooth as butter.
Under the banyan tree, you milk with your soft hands like cream.
I stood still.
I stood still.
I didn't come near you.
I didn't come near you.
With the gong of the temple, the sky woke up.
The sky woke up with the gong in the temple.
The dust raised on the road comes from the hooves of cattle.
The dust in the street fluttered under the driven cow's hoof.
Women came from the river, with gurgling water pots on their hips.
Women came from the river with bubbling water bottles on their waists.
Your bracelet jingled and the foam overflowed the jar.
Your bracelet jingled and the foam overflowed the edge of the jar.
The morning passed slowly, and I didn't come near you.
The morning is getting dark, and I'm not by your side.
Tagore's English Poetry: Patience
Tagore
If you don't talk
I will fill my heart with silence and endure it.
I'll keep quiet and wait
Like a starry night vigil.
It patiently lowered its head.
Dawn will surely come,
Darkness will disappear,
The sound poured down in the golden stream.
Break through the sky
Then your words will spread their wings and fly
In the song of each of my birds? Nest,
And your melody
Will bloom in all my Woods.
keep one's patience
Tagore
If you don't talk,
I will fill my heart with your silence and endure it.
I will wait quietly,
Like a sleepless star in the dark,
The bow of patience.
Dawn will surely come,
Darkness will eventually pass away,
Your voice will flood into Jin Quan,
Cut through the sky.
At that time, your language,
Will grow wings and make sounds in every nest of mine,
Your sweet music,
Will bloom in my jungle flower.