An appreciation of Rabindranath Tagore s Tie a Heartstring .

This is a wonderful love poem. Throughout the poem, the poet did not write a single word of love, nor did he write a word of love, but through the strings, rhyme, and sound of the piano, the beauty and elegance of the lover were vividly depicted. Melt your thoughts and love into the piano, so as to express your true and deep friendship.

The sound of your lyre.

Ups and downs, change.

The strings were quietly tied to me.

A heartstring. Since then my heart has been around all year round.

Together with the music you play.

Clanging, my soul with your melody.

Rippling. Your eyes shine with mine.

The lamp of hope, blended in the fragrance of your flowers.

My vision. From now on, day and night, between your peerless beauty.

My heart shines, blooms, and shakes pleasantly, and the shadow of my soul looms.

on your face.

Tie a Heartstring – Rabindranath Tagore.

The sound of your lyre.

Ups and downs, change.

The strings were quietly tied to me.

A heartstring. Since then my heart has been around all year round.

Together with the music you play.

Clanging, my soul with your melody.

Rippling. Your eyes shine with mine.

The lamp of hope, blended in the fragrance of your flowers.

My vision. From now on, day and night, between your peerless beauty.

My heart shines, blooms, and shakes pleasantly, and the shadow of my soul looms.

on your face.

Tie a Heartstring – Rabindranath Tagore.

The sound of your lyre.

Ups and downs, change.

The strings were quietly tied to me.

A heartstring. Since then my heart has been around all year round.

Together with the music you play.

Clanging, my soul with your melody.

Rippling. Your eyes shine with mine.

The lamp of hope, blended in the fragrance of your flowers.

My vision. From now on, day and night, between your peerless beauty.

My heart shines, blooms, and shakes pleasantly, and the shadow of my soul looms.

on your face.

"Tie a Heartstring":

The music of your lyre flows, ups and downs, changing.

The strings were quietly tied to me, a heartstring.

From then on, my heart rang all year round with the music you played.

My soul ripples with your melody.

Your eyes shine with mine, the lamp of hope.

The fragrance of your flowers blends with my longing.

From now on, day and night, between your peerless beauty.

My heart shines, blooms, and swayes, and the shadow of my soul looms on your face.

Rabindranath Tagore, Do You Have to Go

Traveler, do you have to go?

The night was quiet, and darkness slept in the woods.

The terrace is brightly lit, the flowers are bright, and the young eyes are still awake.

Traveler, do you have to go?

We have not bound your feet with supplicating arms, your door is open, and your horse is saddled and stands at the door.

If we try to stand in your way, it's only with our singing.

If we've ever tried to stop you, it's only with our eyes.

Traveler, there is nothing we can do to keep you, we only have tears.

What is the unquenchable fire that burns in your eyes.

What is the restless frenzy that runs in your blood.

There is a call in the darkness that urges you, and you see some terrible magic among the stars in the sky.

It is the night that enters your silent and strange heart with a sealed secret message.

Tired heart, if you don't love joyful gatherings, if you must be quiet.

We put out our lamps, and we no longer play our harps.

We sat quietly in the dark night with the sound of the leaves, and the weary moon.

It will sprinkle a pale glow on your window.

Traveler, what sleepless spirit touches you from the heart of midnight.

The sound of your lyre.

Ups and downs, changes.

The strings were quietly tied to me.

A heartstring. Since then my heart has been around all year round.

Together with the music you play.

Clanging, your eyes sparkle with mine.

The lamp of hope, blended in the fragrance of my flowers.

My vision. From then on, day and night, between your peerless beauty, my heart shines, blossoms, and sways pleasantly, and the shadow of my soul looms.

on your face. Hug the Lord, is this it???

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The farthest distance in the world.

Tagore is the farthest distance in the world.

It's not life and death.

It's that I'm standing right in front of you, and you don't know the farthest distance in the world where I love you.

It's not that I'm standing in front of you, and you don't know that I love you, but you know that you love each other, but you can't be together.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that you know you love each other but you can't be together.

It's that I can't resist this longing.

But I have to deliberately pretend that I didn't take you to heart at all.

The farthest distance in the world.

No, I can't resist this longing.

But I have to deliberately pretend that I didn't take you to heart at all.

Instead, use your own indifferent heart to those who love you.

A ditch was dug that could not be crossed.

The sound of your lyre.

Ups and downs, change.

The strings were quietly tied to me.

A heartstring. Since then my heart has been around all year round.

Together with the music you play.

Clanging, my soul with your melody.

Rippling. Your eyes shine with mine.

The lamp of hope, blended in the fragrance of your flowers.

My vision. From now on, day and night, between your peerless beauty.

My heart shines, blooms, and shakes pleasantly, and the shadow of my soul looms.

on your face. You can recite it in the order in which I interval, four sentences and four sentences, which are easy to catch.

The sound of your lyre.

Ups and downs, change.

The strings were quietly tied to me.

A heartstring. Since then my heart has been around all year round.

Together with the music you play.

Clanging, my soul with your melody.

Rippling. Your eyes shine with mine.

The lamp of hope, blended in the fragrance of your flowers.

My vision. From now on, day and night, between your peerless beauty.

My heart shines, blooms, and shakes pleasantly, and the shadow of my soul looms.

on your face. It's a wonderful love poem. Throughout the poem, the poet does not directly express "I am in love with her", but vividly depicts the beauty of the lover through the strings, rhymes, and sounds of the piano. Melting his thoughts and love into the piano, in fact, is a secret love for his favorite girl, and the poet implicitly expresses his true inner confession and deep friendship.

At the same time, I desperately hope that I can attract her attention and be able to tug at her heartstrings like a string. The poet is waiting for this love. The poet is longing!