Rabindranath Tagore’s beautiful verses

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To live is like the brilliance of summer flowers; to die is like the grace of autumn leaves. 　　May life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. 　　Once, we dreamed that we were all strangers to each other. We woke up, realizing that we had always loved each other. 　　Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other. 　　My heart is a bird of the wilderness, which found the sky in your eyes. 　　My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. 　　It is the earth’s tear points that keep her smile youthful and eternal. 　　It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom. 　　If you cry because you have lost the sun, then you will also lose the stars. 　　If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars. 　　You cannot see yourself; all you see is your shadow. 　　What you are, you do not see; what you see is your shadow. 　　The waterfall sang: I gained a voice when I was set free. 　　The waterfall sings; I find my song, when I find my freedom. 　　You smiled slightly, regardless of what I said. And I think I have waited long enough for this. 　　You smiled and talked to me about trivial things, and I felt that I had been waiting a long time for this. 　　A person cannot show himself in his history; he struggles within it to make a name for himself. 　　Man does not reveal himself in his history; he struggles up through it. 　　We met, drew closer, just as seagulls meet the waves. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled on, and we parted as well. 　　Just as seagulls meet the waves, we meet and draw near to each other. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart. 　　When we are greatly humble, that is when we are closest to greatness. 　　We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility. 　　Never be afraid of the moment—so sings the Voice of Eternity. 　　Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting. 　　To adorn oneself beautifully, all for an imperfect love. 　　The perfect decks, in their beauty, are for those who cherish the Imperfect. 　　Errors cannot withstand failure, but truth is not afraid of it. 　　The wrong side cannot afford to lose, but the right side can. 　　On this lonely dusk, shrouded in mist and rain, in the solitude of my heart, I feel its sigh. 　　In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain. 　　We have misseen the world; rather, it is the world that deceives us. 　　We misread the world and say that it deceives us. 　　People build barriers around themselves. 　　A man blocks himself off. 　　Let life be as splendid as summer flowers, and death as serene as autumn leaves. 　　May life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. 　　I thought of many other eras that drifted on the currents of life, love, and death, and of their being forgotten; then I felt the freedom to leave this world. 　　I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away. 　　Just go ahead; there’s no need to stop to pick flowers to keep, as more flowers will continue to bloom along the way. 　　Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way. 　　Thoughts swept across my heart, like a flock of wild ducks flying across the sky. I heard the sound of its wings. 　　Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of birds in the sky. I hear the sound of their wings. 　　Who urges me forward like fate? That was me, walking with big steps behind myself. 　　Who drives me forward like fate? The Self striding on my back. 　　Our desires lend the colors of the rainbow to that life which is nothing but mist. 　　Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mistς and vapours of life. 　　Summer’s stray birds come to my window to sing and fly away. And the yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh. 　　The birds in summer fly to my window to sing, and then fly away. The yellow leaves in autumn have nothing to sing about; they merely sigh and fall there. 　　The vast desert burns in passion for a blade of grass who shakes her head, laughs, and flies away. 　　The great desert burned for the love of green leaves, while she shook her head, laughed, and flew away. 　　The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you bear the burden of their lameness? 　　Dancing stream! When the silt along the way pleads with your song and flow, will you be willing to bear their limping burden? 　　Sorrow fades into peace in my heart, like evening among the silent trees. 　　Sorrow settles quietly in my heart, just as dusk does in the silent forest. 　　I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me. 　　I can’t choose the best one; it is the best choice that chooses me. 　　Those who carry their lanterns on their backs cast their shadows ahead of them. 　　The person carrying the lantern on their back has shadows blocking the path ahead. 　　Rest belongs to work as the eyelids do to the eyes. 　　Rest is part of work, just as eyelids are part of the eyes. 　　The waterfall sings, '' I find my song, when I find my freedom. '' 　　The Song of the Waterfall says, \"When I gain freedom, songs are born.\" 」 　　The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies. 　　The stars will not hesitate to appear just because of fireflies. 　　We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility. 　　When we are extremely humble, we are nearly great. 　　The sparrow feels sorry for the peacock due to the burden of its tail. 　　The sparrow worried for the peacock because it was carrying its tail feathers. 　　“I give my whole water in joy,” sings the waterfall, “though little of it is enough for the thirsty. '' 　　The waterfall sang, \"Though those who are thirsty need only a little water, I am willing to give away all of mine.\" The woodcutter’s axe asked the tree for its handle, and the tree gave it to it. 　　The woodcutter’s axe asked the tree for a handle, and the tree gave it one. 　　He who wants to do good knocks at the gate ； He who loves finds the gate open. 　　Those who wish to do good are knocking at the door ； My beloved, I saw that the door was open. 　　The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the word. 　　The scabbard protects the sword’s sharpness, yet it is content with its own dullness. 　　The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky; the morning crowned it with splendor. 　　The white clouds stand humbly on the horizon, bathed in magnificent light by the morning sun. 　　The dust is insulted, and in return it offers her flowers. 　　Dust endures humiliation, but repays it with flowers. 　　God is ashamed when the prosperous boast of his special favour. 　　When those who are wealthy and successful boast that they have received God’s grace, God feels ashamed. 　　It’s not the blows of a hammer, but the dance of water that shapes the pebbles into perfection. 　　It is not the pounding of a hammer, but the dancing of water that brings the pebbles to perfection. 　　God’s great power lies in the gentle breeze, not in the storm. 　　God’s power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm. 　　By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower. 　　Picking petals robs them of the beauty of the flower. 　　Great walks with the little ones, without fear. The middling stays at a distance. 　　The large are not afraid to travel with the small, but those in the middle avoid them at all costs. 　　'' The learned say that your lights will one day be no more. '' said the firefly to the stars. The stars gave no reply. 　　The firefly said to the stars, \"Scholars say your light will one day go out.\" 」The stars did not answer it. 　　The pet dog suspects the universe of plotting to take its place. 　　The puppy suspects that the universe is plotting to take its place. 　　God loves man’s lamp-lights better than his own great stars. 　　God loves the lights of the world more than His own great stars. 　　Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it. 　　Honor embarrasses me, for I pursue it in secret. 　　Life has become richer through the love that has been lost. 　　Life becomes richer because of the loss of love. 　　Dark clouds turn into heavenly flowers when kissed by light. 　　When dark clouds are kissed by light, they turn into flowers in the sky. 　　The little flower lies in the dust. It sought the path of the butterfly. 　　The little flower slept in the dust, seeking the path taken by the butterfly. 　　Let this be my last word: I trust in thy love. 　　\"I believe in your love\" – let these words be my last words. 　　I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you. 　　I love you, not because of who you are, but because I like the feeling of being with you. 　　No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won’t make you cry. 　　No one is worth your tears; the person who deserves it won’t make you cry. 　　The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can’t have them. 　　The worst thing about losing someone is having them right beside you yet feeling as if they are far away. 　　Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile. 　　Even if you’re sad, don’t wear a gloomy expression, for you never know who might fall in love with your smile. 　　To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world. 　　To the world, you are just one person ； But for someone, you are their whole world. 　　Don’t waste your time on a man/woman who isn’t willing to waste their time on you. 　　Don’t waste your time on people who are unwilling to spend time on you. 　　Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have. 　　If those who love you don’t love you in the way you hope, it doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all their heart. 　　Don’t try too hard; the best things come when you least expect them to. 　　Don’t rush; the best always appears at the most unexpected moment. 　　Perhaps God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet that person, we will know how to be grateful. 　　Before meeting the person of our dreams, perhaps Heaven arranges for us to meet other people first ； When we finally meet the person we desire, we should be grateful. 　　Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened. 　　Don’t cry because it’s over; smile, for what you once had