Tagore's famous saying about night

Tagore's poem about the night is 1. Tagore seems to have a poem about night. Who knows which one?

There are five songs.

Late at night 1, the storm blew down my door. I didn't know you entered my room through the broken wall, because the lights and candles went out and the room was dark; I stretched out my arms and begged for mercy from heaven. On a stormy night, I lay on the ground and waited, but I didn't know that the storm was your standard. When the morning came, I saw you standing in the empty space that enveloped my cabin. 2)

I met you at night and at the seaside during the day; There, light retreats from darkness and becomes dawn; There, the waves send kisses from one shore to the other. From the bottomless blue depths, golden light flashed and there was a call. Through misty tears, I stared at your face intently, but I was not sure if I saw you. 3) During the day, I wander around with a sense of security and never pay attention to the miracle on your road, because I am proud of my steps; Your light is so dazzling that I can't see your existence. Now, the night has come. At night, when I walk on the road, I feel you every step of the way, and the fragrance of flowers ripples in the quiet night-like a extinguished candle, the mother is whispering to the child. I hold your hand tightly and feel your comfort in loneliness. 4) Don't go, don't leave me, because it's night. The path through Yuan Ye is desolate and dark, disappearing into a mist; The tired earth lay still, motionless, just like a blind man who lost his crutch. I seem to have been waiting for this moment for years, in order to light my lamp and pick my flowers. I have reached the boundless seaside, determined to jump down and disappear forever. 5) Celebrate! The shackles of the night were broken and the dreams disappeared. Your promise has lifted the veil of cover, and the bud opens in the morning; Wake up, sleeper! The dawn of the east salutes the west and says hello! The broken wall of the prison rang with an ode to victory!

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2. Tagore's poem The Lamp

Lights,

Where are the lights?

Light it with a burning torch of desire!

The light is here,

But not a flame,-

Is this your destiny?

My heart!

You might as well die!

Sadness knocks on your door,

She said your master woke up,

He asked you to date in the dark.

Clouds covered the sky,

The rain didn't stop.

I don't know what's on my mind,-

I don't understand its meaning.

A flash of lightning,

Cast deeper darkness in my sight,

My heart groped for the way that the music of that night called me.

Lights,

Where can the lamp be?

Light it with a burning torch of desire!

The thunder is ringing,

The wind roared across the sky.

The night is as black as a black rock.

Don't let time pass in the dark.

Light the lamp of love with your life.

Write a composition

After the night is the day.

Indian poet Tagore wrote in "Birds": "The darkness at night is a pocket, and the pocket filled with golden light at dawn." The night is unfathomable and boundless, until a beam of golden light of dawn cuts through the sky to welcome the arrival of the day.

Life is nothing more than the same body day and night. The degenerate darkness will eventually be pierced by dazzling light, and hopes and dreams, breakthroughs and innovations will suddenly emerge from the secret darkness. Don't be afraid of endless emptiness, loneliness and helplessness. Every seed of suffering is full of vitality, waiting for the dawn.

In the dark, ready to go, finally broke out of the cocoon and soared. Perhaps everyone who is in deep suffering is like an angel who has fallen into the mortal world, losing the aura above his head. The more down and out, it seems that he will be submerged in the boundless darkness. What is often overlooked is to grow up in adversity and break through the vitality of crevices on cliffs. In the cracks between the stones, they have experienced the tempering of years. Accumulate strength in the cracks where the sun can't shine, even if you wear out your body, you should go forward to meet the sun. Suffering is nothing, just a contrast of how beautiful happiness is. People in trouble, don't give up their original expectations and dreams, because the night is not long, only the strong growth of hope can help the golden light of dawn break through the sky.

Think calmly in the dark and return to reality. People's hearts are easily influenced, and they may get lost when they are blown by the wind. Just like dandelions, they seem to be free but have no fixed place to live, and they are forced to fall when the wind is raging. Temptation is as gorgeous as golden light, and stepping into darkness is to let yourself see only yourself, see your heart and return to the truth. Live a life that is not grandiose and fast-paced. Look at yourself and bring your off-track body back to your heart. Then, a brand-new you will usher in a new day. You are so quiet in the dark. This is not loneliness, but spiritual purification. You bravely face the immediate setbacks, support the darkness that will crush you with the powerful pillars of your heart, and bring you dawn with the golden light of hope in your heart.

Explore the value in the dark and sublimate yourself. Not all roads are bright, but the road to self-worth is even dimmer. You grope in the dark and realize self-sublimation according to your inner direction. Hermann hesse, a famous naturalist, lived in poverty and darkness all his life. However, in this endless darkness, he kept his faith and kept exploring. He loves nature and owes his spiritual belief to nature. He is not afraid of loneliness. What he is waiting for is the perfection of the meaning of life, that is, the dawn pierced his dark material life. There is nothing to be afraid of in the darkness of matter. As long as his faith remains, the golden light of the holy spirit will be obscured.

When the night turns over, it's another day. Don't be afraid of the imperfect corners of life, the sun will eventually fall in the cracks.

"The darkness of night is a pocket, a pocket full of golden light of dawn."

4. Poems about Tagore

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 sign. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints between my lines. Leave your footprints in my words. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes smaller, like a song. As small as one kiss of the eternal. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. 4 is the tears of the earth. Keep her smile young. It is the teachers of the earth who keep their youthful smiles. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass. She shook her head and flew away with a smile. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Her wishing face hurt my dreams like rain at night. Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger. We are awake. I know we love each other. Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We woke up only to find each other dead. The worries in my heart calmed down. It's like dusk arrival in the silent forest. Sorry to rush into peace in my heart, like an event in the silent forest. Some invisible hands, such as lazy thoughts, have ripples of music playing in my heart. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing the music of the ripples on my heart. "This is an eternal question." "What's your answer, sky?" "It's eternal silence." What is your language, sea water? The language of eternal questions. What's your answer, sky? The language of eternal silence 13 Listen quietly, my heart, to the whispers of the world, which is the expression of its love for you. Listen to the whispers of the world. This is its sign of love for you. It's like the darkness at night-great. But the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning. The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-great. The illusion of knowledge is like the fog of money. Ng。 15 Don't let your love sit on a cliff just because it is high. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high. Nodded to me and walked over. I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. These thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. These little thoughts are the rust of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. You can't see yourself, you can only see your own shadow. You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow. God, my wish is stupid. They shout in your song. Let me hear it. My wishes are tools, and they should go through my songs. My master. Let me listen. I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me. I can't choose the best. The best choice me.2 1 Those who carry the lamp on their backs, I cast their shadows in front of myself. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them. My existence is a permanent magic to me. This is life. My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life. 23 "Our rustling leaves have a voice in response to the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? " "I'm just a flower." We, rusty leaves, all have voices to respond to the storm, but who are you, so silent? "I'm just a flower. The relationship between rest and work is like the relationship between eyelids and eyes. Rest belongs to work, just as eyes belong to eyes. 25 people are newborn children, and his strength is the strength of growth. Man is a born child. His strength is the strength of growth. God wants us to reward him because of the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the earth. God wants us to answer him in the flowers he gave us, not in the sun and the land. Light plays like a naked child among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat. Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people can lie. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flat mirror of your mirror. My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes on it her signature in tears: "I love you." My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes her signature on it in tears: "I love them." "30" Moon, what are you waiting for? ""Salute to the sun, and I will give way to it. "The moon, yes.