1. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, then you are going to miss the stars too.
2. You can't see your truth, all you see is your shadow.
3. Don't blame your food for your lack of appetite.
4. The fish in the water are silent, the beasts on the land are noisy, and the birds in the air are singing; but mankind has both the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
5. The stars are not afraid to show themselves like fireflies.
6. Thank the flame for giving you light, but do not forget the one who holds the lamp for you, who stands firm in the darkness.
7. Grass, your feet are small, but you own the ground under your feet.
8. We have misjudged the world and said that it has deceived us.
9. Life is like the splendor of summer flowers, death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves.
10. Dust is dishonored, but it repays with its flowers.
2. Verses by Rabindranath TagoreYour sunlight smiles on the winter of my heart, never doubting its spring flowers.
--- Rabindranath Tagore's "Birds of Prey" A bird would like to be a cloud. The cloud would like to be a bird.
--- Rabindranath Tagore's Birds of Prey My flower of the day, falls its forgotten petals. In the twilight this flower ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
--- Rabindranath Tagore's Birds of Prey The little flower asked, "How shall I sing to thee, how shall I worship thee? O Sun?" The sun replied, "Just with your pure plain silence."
--- Rabindranath Tagore's "Birds of Prey" Completely "adorn yourself beautifully for the love of the incomplete".
And the yellow leaves of autumn, without a song to sing, fluttered and sighed, and fell in front of the window again. ---Tagore's Birds of Prey makes life as glorious as a summer flower and death as beautiful as an autumn leaf.
The yellow leaves of autumn, they have nothing to sing, but sigh and fly down there. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh. 2 A small band of the world's O wanderers of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
A Groupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words. 3 The world turned to its beloved, and took off the mask of its vastness. It became as small as a song, as small as an eternal kiss.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. 4 It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile youthful. It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom. 5 The boundless desert passionately pursues the love of a leaf of green grass, and she shakes her head and flies away laughing.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. 6 If you shed tears when you lose the sun, then you will lose the stars. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars. 7 Dancing water, O muddy sand on your way, asks for your song, what about your flow.
Will you hold the crippled mud and sand? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness? 8 Her wishful face haunts my dreams. Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. 9 Once we dreamed that we were all unacquainted.
We woke up and realized that we were strangers. Once we dreamt that we were strangers. we wake up to find that we were dear to each other. 10 Melancholy calms down in my heart, as twilight falls on the silent mountains.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees. 11 Some unseen fingers, like an lazy micro (wind thought), are playing urbane (氵爰) music on my heart. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. 12 "The sea water, what are you talking about?" "It is the eternal doubt."
"O sky, what is your answer?" "It is eternal silence." What language is thine, O sea? The language of eternal question. What language is thy answer, O sky? The language of eternal silence. 13 Be still, O my heart, and listen to the whisper of the world. O sky? The language of eternal silence.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. 14 The mystery of creation, like the darkness of the night - is great. The mystery of creation, like the darkness of the night, is great, but the phantom of knowledge is but the mist of the morning.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning. 15 Don't let your love sit on the crag just because it is high. The cliffs are high, so don't let your love seat upon a precipice. Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high. 16 I sat at the window this morning, and the world, like a passer-by, stayed for a while, nodded to me and went by.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. 17 These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they whisper joyfully in my heart. There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind. 18 You cannot see yourself; all you see is your shadow.
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow. 19 God, those wishes of mine are foolishness; they have their whisper of joy in my mind. Let me just listen.
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen. 20 I cannot choose the best. It is the best that chooses me.
I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me. 21 They throw their shadows before them who carry the lamp on their backs. They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back. 22 My existence is a permanent wonder to me, and that is life.
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life. 23 "The leaves of our rustling trees have a voice to answer that wind and rain. Who are you, silent like that?" "I am but a flower."
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?" I am a mere flower. 24 The relationship between rest and work,.
3. Poems on Rabindranath TagoreThe Gift of the Lover and the Wayward Path, also known as The Lover's Mouth
If you must fall in love with me
Your life will be full of worries
My home is at the crossroads
The door is wide open
And I am absentminded - because I am singing.
If you must fall in love with me
I'll never give my heart in return
If my song is a vow of love
I beg your pardon
And when the music dies down
There's no more of me to believe in
For in the winter season
Who's going to keep a vow of May
If you must fall in love with me
Please don't keep it in your heart all the time
When you are laughing
And your eyes are glowing with love's joy
My answer must be wild and hasty
Not at all practical - you should keep it in your heart
And then forget it for ever.
If by chance you think of me
I will sing for you
The rainy twilight pours her shadows on the river
Dragging her dull light slowly westward
The slanting sunlight pulsates
No longer fit for toil or for play
You sit in the south-facing terrace
And I sing for you in the darkened room.
The twilight is pale
The scent of wet green leaves wafts in from the window bars
The wind that foretells thunderstorms roars through the coconut groves
At the time of the lamplight
I will be gone
As you listen to the music of the night
And then perhaps you can hear me sing
Though I no longer sing
I will not be able to sing anymore
But I will not sing anymore
I will not sing at all
I will not sing in the night.
4. About Rabindranath Tagore's poemActually, it is not difficult to explain these two lines, so please come with me and analyze them one by one.
First of all, in the first line, the bow says before shooting, "Your freedom is mine." Here's a question, why does the bow say it before it shoots?
Then in the second sentence, the flower calls out, "My dewdrops are all gone." Here again, the question is, why does the flower say it's its own dewdrops when it's the stars that have disappeared?
In response to the first sentence of the question, we can explain this way: the arrow after leaving the bow, is independent, his freedom is no longer the bow can control, and the bow but in the case of knowing that the arrow will eventually break away from him, insisting that your before this belongs to me, in fact, is a kind of self-deceiving statement that some seem to belong to their own things in fact do not really belong to their own, they have but the present moment. What I have is just the moment, is now, thus indicating that everything has his operating law, want to control to possess, in fact, are very stupid practice, and what we can do is to put my moment, put my eyes, cherish all around.
Now look at the second sentence of the analysis of doubt: the same, the stars belong to the sky, and does not belong to the flowers, and flowers at night will be crystal bright, because the flowers on the condensation of the small dewdrops in the moonlight, the stars appear to be glittering under the light, once the stars are no longer there, the luster of her is no longer there, and those glittering dewdrops become ordinary drops of water, and will no longer be glittering, the words It shows that the source of beauty of many beautiful things is not in themselves, but through others in the ability to radiate brilliance, become valuable, and once those by virtue of disappearance, these things become very common and ordinary.
Rabindranath Tagore's poetry is generally a metaphor for life, some flowers, stars, grass to say, their situation is sometimes the human condition, which to understand the meaning of this layer, Rabindranath Tagore's poetry is not only the beauty of the language, but also the depth of the life of humanity.
5. Quotes about Rabindranath Tagore1. If love is bound, the world's journey is immediately suspended.
If love is buried in the grave, the traveler is the tombstone that falls on the grave. Just as a ship is characterized by being harnessed to sail, love is not allowed to be secluded, but only to be pushed forward.
The power of the bond of love is enough to crush all ties. 2. If love does not allow differences between each other, why are there differences everywhere in the world? 3. Chastity is an asset born out of abundant love.
4. Love is a lighthouse that has been around forever, looking out at the storms but not moving, and love is the fullness of life, just like a glass full of wine. 5. Love is an alias for understanding and consideration.
6. Believe in love, even if it brings you sorrow. 7. Mistakes cannot withstand failure, but truth is not afraid of failure.
8. Woman, sin strips you naked, damnation cleanses you, and you rise to perfection. 9. If you love her, let your love surround her like the sun and give her freedom.
10. Shine the light of your ideals / Star of the mind! Breathe the stream of light into the twilight of / the future. 11. We can get life only if we give it.
12. In the elimination of poverty, we will have our own wealth, and how much goodness, how much beauty, and how much power will we lose by having this wealth!
15. Those who are entangled in the family are destined to lie closed forever in the rigid life of the soulless world. 16. I want you to understand yourself as you mean to be understood, and not to underestimate yourself and be led astray by the opinions of others 17. Compromise is not a strong foundation for any friendship.
18. The rivers of truth flow through the ditches of his errors. 19, Exalt it in the light and put it away in the shadow of death.
Put it with thy star into the treasure-box of the night, and in the morning let it find itself in the flower-bush that opens at the sound of worship. 20. If all error were shut out, truth would be shut out too.
21. The river of truth passes through the ditch of his error 22. Eternal devotion is the truth of life. Its perfection is the perfection of our life.
23. Life is not confined to the daily actions performed by man in pursuit of his practical goals, but shows man's participation in a cosmic rhythm that proves itself in all shapes and sizes. 24. The sky has left no trace, but I have flown.
25. When you miss the sun and weep, you will also miss the stars. 26. All great movements in the world are related to some great ideal.
27. A living ideal must not be like a clock, precisely counting every second of it. 28, life is an eternal and continuous creation, because within it lies an excess of energy, which constantly overflows, crossing the boundaries of time and space, which pursues ceaselessly, manifesting itself in the form of self-expression in all shapes and sizes.
29, the people who make society great in the world are those who have the courage to try and solve new problems in life! 30, bees sip honey from the flowers, leaving the camp to say thank you. The pompous butterfly believes that the flower should thank him.
31, do not take the medals out of your own bag and lend them to your friend, it is insulting to him. 32, I wish I could march on the road that crosses the heart of a child, freed from all bondage; ...... there, reason takes flight with its law-making as a paper kite, and truth sets the facts free from their shackles.
33. Truth is harsh, and I love this harshness; it never deceives.
35. The difference between friendship and love is that friendship means two people and the world, while love means two people is the world. In friendship, one plus one equals two; in love, one plus one is still one.
36, we love the world when we really live in this world. 37, the work of testing the truth has not been completed once and for all by a group of scholars of a certain era in the past; the truth must be redeveloped by people through the objections and strikes it has received in various eras.
38, the relationship between rest and work, as the relationship between eyelids and eyes. 39, although life is only a few dozen spring and autumn, but it is never a dream-like disillusionment, but has an infinite singable and praiseworthy long meaning; attached to the truth, life will be eternal.
40, youth, are you always imprisoned in a narrow circle? You have to tear through the compulsive net of old age. 41. Youth is inexperienced and capricious.
42, when the luster of youth gradually faded, the inner personality of the never-aging, but in a person's face and eyes more clearly exposed, as if in the same place for a long time the result of residence. 43, once the period of human youth, there will be a name like the fall of the beautiful period of maturity, when the fruit of life like ripe rice in a beautiful calm atmosphere waiting for harvest.
44, some things can not wait. If you have to fight or get the most favorable position in the market, you can not help but charge, run and march.
45, the Creator sent people like you to the human world, is to make you bear certain responsibilities, so you should never despise their own bodies. 46. When I was young, my life was like a flower 47. Our life is a gift, and the only way we can get it is to give it.
48, only the human spirit can defy all limitations, want to believe in its final success, will shine its searchlight into the dark distance. 49, The roots buried in the ground cause the branches to produce fruit, but ask for no reward.
50, The night opens the flower quietly, but leaves the day to receive the thanks. 51 The moon shines her light all over the heavens, but leaves her dark spots to itself.
52. I need more to give than to receive. For love is a wanderer who can make his flowers flourish and glow in the soil beside the road, but is not apt to call them to bloom in the crystal vase of the parlor.
53. I would rather have that kind of beauty which, though unseen, shows an inner quality. 54, You can comment on a flower or a butterfly from its outward beauty, but you can't comment on a person that way.
55, in old age, there will be a lot of free time to count the days that have gone by, to put in our hands permanently lost things, caressing in the heart. 56, people always have to make mistakes, frustrated, hurt, but never stagnate; should be accomplished.
6. Tagore's shorter poems1/8 I want nothing but to stand behind the trees by the forest.
Tiredness still lingers on the eyes of the dawn, Dew moistens the air. The lazy scent of wet grass hangs in the mist of the ground.
Beneath the banyan tree you milked your butter-soft hands. I stood stoically.
I did not approach you. The sky woke up along with the temple gong.
The street dust flew under the hooves of the driven cows. Wrapping the gurgling water bottle around their waists, women came from the river.
Your bracelets tinkled, and milky foam overflowed the rim of the jar. The morning light is fading and I have not stepped near you.
-- Tagore, "I want nothing" 2/8 If I have not met you in this life, let me always feel that I hate to meet you, let me never forget it, and let me carry the pain of this sorrow in my waking and dreaming. When my days are spent in the world's bustle, and my hands hold the daily winnings, let me always feel that I have gained nothing - let me not forget, let me carry this sad pain in my waking dreams.
When I sit by the wayside, panting with fatigue, when I lay my bed in the dust, let me ever remember that there is a long, long road ahead of me - let me remember it, and let me carry this sorrowful pain in my waking and dreaming. When my house is adorned, and the flute is playing, and the laughter is loud, let me always feel that I have not invited you to come Let me remember, and let me carry this sad pain in my waking and dreaming.
-- Rabindranath Tagore, "If I have no chance to meet you in this life" 3/8 I hear echoes from the valleys and from the heart, harvesting the empty souls with the scythe of loneliness, repeating the same thing over and over again, the same thing over and over again, the same thing over and over again, and then there will be an oasis in the desert, and I believe that I was born to be like a bright summer flower, never withering, never dying, and to bear the load of my heartbeat and the burden of my breath. I believe I was born as a bright summer flower, undefeated and fiery, burdened by heartbeat and breath, and I'm happy with it. I hear music, from the moonlight and the body, a lure of extremes to capture the beauty of the ethereal, a life of fierceness and purity, always with memories, a life of memories. I believe that I will die as a beautiful autumn leaf, unruffled and smoky, and even when it withers, it retains the pride of its richness and clarity, and is mysterious, and I hear love, and I believe that love, as a pool of struggling algae, is the wind that passes through me in the bleak wind. I believe that I can hear everything, even foresee the separation, meeting another self, but there are moments I can't grasp, let's go back and forth, what's gone will never come back, please see my hairpin in full bloom, I've been walking all the way, I've been missing something, and I'm y touched by the wind, rain and snow, Prajna, I've been born like a summer flower, I've been dying like an autumn leaf, still I don't care about what I have. --Rabindranath Tagore's "Born as a Summer Flower" 4/8 If the time has passed, the birds no longer sing, and the winds are weary of blowing, then cover me with the curtain of darkness, as you wrap the earth in the coverlet of sleep at dusk, and gently close the petals of the water lily. The journey is not yet finished, the bag is empty, the garments are torn and stained, and the man is exhausted.
Thou hast dispelled the traveler's shame and distress, and made him alive as a flower under the night of Thy mercy. Awaken under the night of Your mercy.
-- Tagore, When the Time is Gone 5/8 If you must pour your heart out to me, your life will be full of worries My home is at the crossroads, the door is open, and I'm distracted - because I'm singing again If you must pour your heart out to me, I'll never return the favor with my heart. If my song be a vow of love, pardon me, for when the music dies down my letter is no more, for who will keep a vow of May in the depths of winter? If you must fall in love with me, do not keep it in your heart at all times, and when you laugh and smile, and your eyes sparkle with the joys of love, my answer must be wild and hasty, and not in the least practical-you shall keep it in your heart, and then you shall forget it forever. forget it forever . --Tagore, "If you must pour your heart out to me" 6/8 If you do not speak, I will fill my heart with your silence and bear it.
I will wait in silence, like a star that stays up all night in the darkness, and bow my head in patience. The dawn will surely come, the darkness will finally pass away, and your voice will fill the golden springs and cut through the sky.
At that time, your words will be heard in every one of my nests, and your melodious tunes will blossom in my jungle flowers. Through the darkness of time, you have come to me, from the heart's source in the age of floods, you and I have sailed down the river, you and I have frolicked among millions of lovers, and in the bitter tears of parting and the sweet shyness of reunion, ancient love has given birth to a new meaning, and stale love has now become dust at your feet, and all the desires of the heart, all the sorrows and joys, all the legends of love, and all the lyrics of the historical poets, all have blended into a new kind of love, yours and mine. --Tagore's Eternal Love 8/8 Don't leave without saying goodbye, I love.
I have been visiting all night and now my face is heavy with sleep. Only lest I lose you in my sleep.
Don't leave without saying goodbye, I love. I startled up and reached out my hands to touch you, and I asked myself, "Is this a dream?" Wish I could tie your feet with my heart and hold them close to my chest! Do not leave without saying goodbye, I love.
- Rabindranath Tagore, Don't leave without saying goodbye, I love.