Find a poem by Tagore

1 is a heartstring.

The strings are quietly tied to me.

Heartstrings.

Since then, my heart has been all year round.

With the music you play

Clark,

My soul is with your melody.

The waves are rippling.

Your eyes are as bright as mine.

The lamp of hope,

Your floral fragrance blends in.

My vision.

Since then, day and night,

In your incomparable beauty

My heart shines and blooms,

Shake gently,

The shadow of my soul is faintly visible.

Your face.

My heart is a wild bird.

my heart

This wild bird

I found the sky in your eyes.

They are the cradle of clear dawn.

They are the kingdom of stars.

My poems disappeared into their depths.

Just let me fly high in the sky.

Soaring in the silent infinite space

Let me break through its clouds

Spread your wings in the sunshine.

I don't remember my mother.

I don't remember my mother,

Just in the middle of my game

Sometimes it seems that there is a folk song circling around my toy.

It's the song she hummed when she shook my cradle.

I don't remember my mother,

But in the early autumn morning,

Albizia flowers float in the air,

The smell of morning prayers in the temple blows me like a mother.

I don't remember my mother,

Only when I look at the blue sky in the distance from my bedroom window,

I want my mother to stare at my face.

Filled the whole sky.

I don't want anything.

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 light faded, and I didn't come near you.

5. gripping

The music of your lyre is undulating.

I quietly tied a chord between the strings.

From then on, my heart is from morning till night.

Jingle with the music you play.

My soul fluctuates with your melody.

I light my lamp of hope in your eyes.

Your floral fragrance blends with my desire.

Since then, day and night

In your incomparable beauty, my heart shines

Flowering, swaying gently?

The shadow of my soul hangs over your face.