The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness？ Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
What language is thine, O sea？ The language of eternal question.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves； they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my God, let me just listen.
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky, The morning crowned it with splendour.
The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of his special favour.
Do you have to go？ ——Tagore Traveler, do you have to go？ The night is quiet, and darkness sleeps in the woods. The lights on the terrace are brilliant, the flowers are blooming, and the young eyes are still sober.
When Day Is Done
Let Life Be Beautiful like Summer Flowers
这些诗歌展示了泰戈尔对自然、生命和爱情的深刻感悟，以及他独特的诗意表达方式。希望这些诗句能带给您愉悦和启发。