Author: Tagore

I just want to stand behind the trees in the forest.

The eyes of dawn are still tired, and there is dew 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.

Hold the bubbling water bottle around your waist,

The woman came from the river.

Your bracelet jingled and the foam overflowed the edge of the jar.

The morning is getting dark, and I'm not by your side.

2. Life is like a summer flower.

Author: Tagore

I hear echoes, from the valley and the heart.

Harvesting an empty soul with a lonely sickle

Repeated refusal, repeated happiness.

There are swaying oases in the desert.

I believe in myself.

Born like bright summer flowers

Without fear, the devil is like fire.

Bear the burden of heartbeat and breathing.

Enjoy it forever

I hear music, from moonlight and body.

Assist extreme bait to capture ethereal beauty.

Life is full of intense and naive.

There are always memories throughout the world.

I believe in myself.

Death is like a beautiful autumn leaf.

Don't be full of confusion and gestures.

Even if it withers, it will retain the pride of plump muscles and clear bones.

Extremely mysterious and profound

I hear love, and I believe in love.

Love is a struggling blue-green algae.

Like a sad wind

Through my bleeding veins

Belief in the garrison years

I believe I can hear everything.

Even foresee separation and meet another self.

And some moments are impossible to grasp.

No matter east or west, what is lost will never come back.

Please look at my hairpin,

Along the way, all the way to blossom.

Often missing something,

Deeply moved by wind, frost, rain and snow.

Prajna paramita, let me know.

Life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves.

What do you care about having?

At this time, the light is gone.

Author: Tagore

If time passes,

Birds stop singing,

The wind is tired,

Then cover me with a thick curtain of darkness,

Just like you wrap the earth in a sleeping bed at dusk,

Gently close the petals of the water lily.

The journey is not over yet, the bag is empty,

Clothes are torn and dirty, and people are exhausted.

You eliminated the shame and embarrassment of the passengers,

Let him on your kind night,

Bloom like a flower.

Wake up on the night you love.

Step 4 be patient

Author: 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.

5. Bird collection

Author: Tagore

I don't know how you sing, my master! I always listen in surprise.

The brilliance of your music illuminates the world. The smell of your music fills the sky.

The holy fountain of your music rushes forward through all the blocked rocks.

My heart longs to sing with you, but it can't make a sound.

I want to talk, but the words don't reach the song, so I can't call them out.

Oh, my master, you have turned my heart into a captive in your music net!