Rabindranath Tagore s classic quotations from The Gardener s Collection

Excerpted on 05 10 2020

Rabindranath Tagore's Gardener, 53 Translated by Bing Xin.

Why do you put me to shame by staring at me?

I'm not here to beg.

It was only to pass the time that I came to stand outside the fence at the edge of your courtyard.

Why do you put me to shame by staring at me?

I have not taken a single rose from your garden, nor have I plucked a single fruit.

I humbly seek shelter under the roadside canopy where anyone can stand.

I didn't pick a single rose.

Yes, my feet are tired, and the showers are falling again.

The wind howls in the swaying bamboo forest.

The clouds ran across the sky as if they were defeated.

My feet are tired.

I don't know what you think of me, or who you're waiting for at the door.

Lightning faints and smiles at your looking gaze.

How do I know that you will see me standing in the darkness?

I don't know what you think of me.

The day is over, and the rain temporarily buries the old god.

I leave the shade of your garden and the seat on the grass.

The sun is dark; Close your portal; I go my way.

The days are over.

You walk along the riverside path with a filled jug around your waist.

Why did you suddenly turn around and look at me secretly through the flying veil?

The faint glimpse of the potato seemed to be in the darkness on me, like a breeze sending a tremor, with layers of ripples, all the way to the shady shore of the pure fiber.

It flew towards me like a bird at dusk scurrying through an open window, through an unlit room, and disappearing into the night.

You are a star hidden behind the mountain, and I am just a passer-by on the road.

But why do you stop for a moment as you walk along the riverside path with a jug full of water around your waist, gazing into my face through the veil?

You left me on your way alone.

I think I should grieve for you, and cast your lonely image in a golden song on my heart.

But, my bad luck, how short time is.

Youth wears away year by year, spring days are so short, weak flowers wither for no reason, and the wise man tells me that life is only a drop of dew on a lotus leaf.

Should I ignore all of this and stare at a man who has turned away and gone away?

That's crude and stupid, because time is short.

Come, then, on a rainy night with my brisk steps; Laugh, my golden autumn; Come on, carefree April, and throw your kisses around!

Come on, there you are, and there you are!

My love, you know that we are all mortal. Is it wise to break your heart for the sake of someone who has taken your heart away? Because time is short.

How sweet it is to sit in the corner and ponder and write in verse that you are all my world.

How brave it is to embrace one's own grief and firmly refuse to be soothed.

But a new face peeked through the door and raised its eyes to look me in the eye.

I could only wipe away my tears and change the tune I sang.

Because the time is short.

When I say goodbye to you, a skeptical smile passes through your eyes.

I say goodbye too often, you think I'll be back soon.

To be honest, I have the same doubts in my mind.

for spring returns year after year; The full moon says goodbye and returns, the flowers return to bloom year after year, and I say goodbye to you just to be by your side again.

Keep this illusion for a moment, and don't rush it away.

When I said that I would leave you forever, you accepted it as a matter of faith, and let the fog of the Tears Mountain temporarily deepen your dark eyes.

When I came back again, I laughed slyly.

：“eyes are raining for her,heart is holding umbrella for her,this is love”.The eyes are raining for her, but the heart is holding an umbrella for her, this is love.

- Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali

Life is like the splendor of summer flowers, and death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves. - Rabindranath Tagore, "Born Like a Summer Flower".

Only by going through hellish ordeal can we develop the power to create heaven; Only a bleeding finger can pop out the sound of the world. - Rabindranath Tagore, The Birds

The world kisses me with pain and wants me to repay it with a song. - Rabindranath Tagore, The Birds

Don't be in a hurry, the best will always come when you least expect it. -Tagore.