Ask for Tagore s poem I Have Nothing .

The Gardener set 13:

I wanted nothing but stand behind a tree at the edge of the forest.

Tiredness lingered in the eyes of dawn, dew in the air.

The lazy smell of wet grass hangs over the mist of the ground.

Under the banyan tree, you squeeze the milk with your creamy hands.

I stood still.

I didn't say a word. It was a hidden bird singing in the dense leaves.

Mango trees sprinkle flowers on the village paths, and bees buzz one by one.

The temple door of Shiva by the pond opened, and worshippers began chanting.

You put the can on your lap and milk it.

I stood with an empty bucket.

I didn't approach you.

The sky woke up with the sound of gongs in the temple.

Street dust flies under the hooves of the oxen that drive away.

With the gurgling water bottle around her waist, the women came from the river.

Your bracelet clangs, and milk foam overflows the edge of the jar.

The morning light faded away, and I didn't come near you.

You mean "Nothing to Want" (maybe the translation is different, I read it translated by the Foreign Research Society) I want nothing, just stand behind the trees on the edge of the forest.

Tiredness lingered in the eyes of dawn, dew in the air.

The lazy smell of wet grass still hangs in the mist of the ground.

Under the banyan tree, you squeeze the milk with your creamy hands.

I stood still.

I didn't say a word. It was a hidden bird singing in the middle of the forest.

Mango trees sprinkle flowers on the paths, and bees buzz one by one.

The temple door of Shiva by the pond opened, and worshippers began chanting.

You put the jar on the mat and squeeze the milk.

I stood with an empty bucket.

I wanted nothing but stand behind a tree at the edge of the forest.

Tiredness lingered in the eyes of dawn, and the dew moistened the air.

The lazy smell of wet grass hangs in the mist of the ground.

Under the banyan tree, you squeeze the milk with your creamy hands.

I stood silently.

I didn't walk into you.

The sky woke up with the sound of gongs in the temple.

Street dust flies under the hooves of the oxen that drive away.

Wrap the bubbling water bottle around your waist.

The women came from the river.

The bracelet dingdang, milk foam overflowing the edge of the jar.

The morning light searches and balances the gradual world to do it, and I step into you.

It expresses a kind of innocent and harmonious country love.

The full poem (excerpt) is as follows:

I wanted nothing but stand behind a tree at the edge of the forest. Tiredness lingered in the eyes of dawn, dew in the air. The lazy smell of wet grass hangs over the mist of the ground. Under the banyan tree, you squeeze the milk with your creamy hands. I stood still.

I didn't say a word. It was a hidden bird singing in the dense leaves. Mango trees sprinkle flowers on the village paths, and bees buzz one by one.

The temple door of Shiva by the pond opened, and worshippers began chanting. You put the can on your lap and milk it. I stood with an empty bucket.

1. Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), the greatest writer of modern India, in his nearly seventy years of creation.

During his career, he is especially known for his poetry.

2. This poem is from Gitanjali, which he collected and published when he was fifty years old, and it was the great influence of this collection of poems that made him the first in Asia.

Nobel Laureate in Literature. "Gitanjali" originally meant "to offer poetry";

3. To whom are these poems dedicated? Tagore, who was born in the land of Buddha, naturally dedicated it to the "gods". And he thinks.

This "God" is everywhere and all-encompassing, in all nature, among the poorest people. Based on such a pan.

The concept of love, even the most ordinary and ordinary life, is endowed with pastoral dreaming colors in his poems. "I Want Nothing".

It is a concentrated reflection of his creative thinking.

4. He watchs, listens, and perceives. He saw the activities of nature and man, which were so harmonious; He listened to the sounds of nature.

The ensemble of human voices, they are so vibrant; He realized the ancient Zen saying: All living beings have Buddha nature. He stands.

In the picture he paints, the soul is at a certain distance, and this aesthetic distance is deliberately opened by the poet, and he is observing.

The life of the individual is so harmonious and satisfying; At the same time, he is also observing the life of the public, and life is so simple and natural. He.

In praise of nature, but also in praise of human beings. This praise is in the depths of his heart, and there is not a trace of carving.

5. Although the poet uses the dialogue style of "I" confiding in "you" in the form, and "I, me, you, you" is all over the poem, this is not only confiding in his intimate lover, but also confiding in nature, his people, and his heart.

The high gods are pouring out. It is precisely because of this that this pastoral song of love is so beautiful and so moving.