1. Tagore’s poems about the night

Tagore’s poems about the night 1. Tagore seems to have a poem about moving forward into the night, does anyone know which one it is?

1 Late that night, the storm knocked open my door. I didn't know you had entered my room through the ruins, because the lights were out and the room was dark; I stretched out my arms and begged heaven for mercy. In the dark and stormy night, I lay on the ground waiting, but I didn't know that the storm was your flag. When morning comes, I see you standing in the void that envelopes my cabin. 2)

You and I meet at the seaside where night merges with day; where light scares away darkness and turns into dawn; where waves carry kisses from one shore to the other. From the boundless blue depths, golden light shot out, and a call came. Through the mist of tears, I stared at your face intently, but I was not sure whether I saw you. 3) During the day, I drift around, feeling safe, never paying attention to the miracles on your way, because I am proud of my steps; your light is so dazzling that I cannot see your existence. Now, the night has come. In the night, I walked on the road, and I felt you with every step. The fragrance of flowers rippled in the quiet night - just like a mother whispering to her child when the candlelight was extinguished. I hold your hand tightly, and in my loneliness, I feel your comfort. 4) Don't go, don't leave me, because it's dark now. The path through the fields was deserted and dark, lost in the mist; the tired earth lay motionless, like a blind man without his staff. It feels like I've been waiting for this moment for years to light my lamps and pick my flowers. I have reached the boundless seaside, determined to jump and disappear forever. 5) Celebrate! The shackles of the night are broken, the dreams are gone. Thy promise pulls away the veil, and the buds open to the morning; wake up, slumbering one! The dawn of the East salutes the West and says hello! Hymns of victory sounded from the ruins of the prison!

Due to word count issues, not all of them can be posted

2. Contents of Rabindranath Tagore’s poem "Light"

Light,

Light is Where?

Light it up with the burning fire of desire!

The lamp is here,

but there is no flame, -------

Is this your destiny?

My heart!

You might as well be dead!

Sorrow knocks at your door,

She sends word that your Lord is awake,

He calls you to rush to love’s appointment in the darkness .

Clouds and mist covered the sky,

The rain kept falling.

I don’t know what the turmoil is in my heart, -------

I don’t understand its meaning.

A flash of lightning,

threw a deeper darkness in my sight,

My heart was groping for the music of that night calling me path.

Lights,

Where can the lights be?

Light it up with the burning fire of desire!

Thunder was roaring,

and the wind roared across the sky.

The night is as black as a black rock.

Don't let time pass in the dark.

Use your life to light the lamp of love.

3. Composition

After night is day

The Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore wrote in "The Birds": "The darkness of the night is a pocket, a bag. Only filled with pockets that glow with the golden light of dawn. “The night is unfathomable and boundless, until a beam of golden light of dawn breaks through the sky to greet the day.

Life is nothing more than a fusion of night and day. The darkness in which we sink will eventually be pierced by the dazzling light. Hopes and dreams, breakthroughs and innovations will emerge from the secret in an instant. emerge from the darkness. Don't be afraid of the boundless empty loneliness and helplessness. Under every seed of suffering is vitality, waiting to see the dawn again.

Gaining momentum in the darkness, he finally breaks out of the pupa and soars into the sky.

Perhaps every person who is deeply in suffering is like an angel who has fallen into the mortal world. He has lost the halo above his head and appears more desolate, as if he is about to drown in the boundless darkness. What is often overlooked is the vitality of growing up in adversity and breaking through the cracks in the cliffs. They have experienced years of tempering among the cracks in the rocks. In the cracks where the sun cannot shine, they accumulate strength. Even if their bodies are worn out, they must move forward to meet the sunshine. Suffering is nothing, it is just a contrast that appears to set off how beautiful happiness is. People who are in trouble should not give up their original expectations and dreams, because the night is actually not long, and 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 your true nature. People's hearts are easily influenced, and they may lose their way when blown by the wind. Just like a dandelion, it may seem free but has no fixed abode, letting the wind rage and force it to drift. The temptation is as gorgeous as golden light, and stepping into the darkness is to allow yourself to only see yourself, see your own heart, and return to your true nature. There is no exaggeration, no fast-paced life, look at yourself, bring the deviated body back to the soul, and then a new you will usher in a new day. You are so calm in the darkness. This is not loneliness, but the purification of the soul. You bravely face the setbacks in front of you. You use the strong pillars of the soul to support the darkness that is about to crush you. You use the golden light of the hope of the soul to bring you the dawn. of dawn.

Explore the value in the darkness and sublimate yourself. Not all roads are bright, but the road to finding self-worth is even more bleak. You grope and explore in the darkness, and follow the direction of your heart to achieve self-sublimation. The famous naturalist Hermann Hesse lived in poverty all his life, and his life was completely dark, but he persisted in his faith and continued to explore in this endless darkness. He loved nature and attributed his lifelong spiritual faith to nature. He was not afraid of loneliness. , what he is waiting for is the perfection of the meaning of life, and the dawn pierces his dark material life. There is nothing to fear in the material darkness. As long as the faith is still there, the golden light of the spirit will be shrouded.

Wait for the night to turn over and then there will be a new day. Don’t be afraid of the imperfect corners in life, the sunshine will eventually shine through the gaps.

“The darkness of night is a bag, a bag filled with the golden light of dawn.

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4. Poems about Rabindranath Tagore

1 The birds in summer flew to my window to sing, and then flew away. The yellow leaves in autumn have nothing to sing about, Just sigh and fly 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 sign. 2 A small team of birds in the world O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words. 3 The world takes off its majestic mask to its lover. It becomes small, as one song, 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. 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, she shakes her head and flies away with a smile. The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. 6 If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars. 7 The dancing water, the sands in your way, ask for your song, your flow. Are you willing to carry the lame sands down? 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 like the rain at night. 9 Yes Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We woke up to find that we were dear to each other. 10 Worry is in Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees. 11 Some invisible hands, like the lazy breeze, are Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. 12 "Sea water, what are you talking about?" "It's an eternal question." "Sky, what is your answer?" " "It's eternal silence." What languag

e is thine, O sea? The language of eternal question. What language is thy answer, O sky? The language of eternal silence. 13 Listen quietly, my heart, listen to the whisper of the world, this is what it says to you A token of love. Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. 14 The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night - it is great. But the phantom of knowledge is but the morning mist. . The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning. 15 Do not let your love sit on the cliff just because the cliff is high. Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high. 16 I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by, stayed for a while, nodded to me and walked over. a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. 17 These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they whisper happily in my heart. leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind. 18 What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow. 19 What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow. My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen. 20 I can't choose the best wish. Okay. I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me. 21 Those who carry lamps on their backs throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back. 22 My existence is a perpetual surprise to me, this is life. That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life. 23 "Our rustling leaves have a sound to answer the wind and rain. Who is it, so silent? " "I am just a flower." We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?" Relationship. Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes. 25 Man is a born child, h

is power is the power of growth. 26 God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun the earth. 27 God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun the earth. 27 God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun the earth. The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie. 28 Ah, beautiful, O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror. 29 My heart breaks her waves on the shores of the world, My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon it her signature in tears with the words, "I love thee." 30 "月儿 ah" "What are you waiting for?" "Hail to the sun to whom I will give way." Moon, for.