泰戈尔诗歌摘录
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
Some unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and i felt that for this i had been waiting long.
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth; the tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
The artist is the lover of nature, therefore he is her salve and her master.
Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamor of silence.
Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.
I live in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the least less. Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all.
The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.
The trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of an infant child.
That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.
We shall know some day that death can never rob us of that which our soul has gained, for her gains are one with herself.
When i cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him.
I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only may chastise who loves.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore. I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with laughter.
Forget him not in your hurry, let him come to your heart and bless him.
The river runs swift with a song, breaking through all barriers. But the mountain stays and remembers, and follows her with his love.
Love which is not always springing is always dying.
You can not have youth and the knowledge of it at the same time; For youth is too busy living to know, and knowledge is too busy seeking itself to live.
A great man has two hearts; one bleeds and the other for bears.
There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
If you would rise but a cubit above race and country and self you would indeed become godlike.
Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.
Wrong can not afford defeat but Right can.
In my solitude of heart i feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of he flower.
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark.
The small truth has words that are clear; the great truth has great silence.
I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.
Sit still my heart, do not raise your dust. Let the world find its way to you.
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
