导语：泰戈尔一生的创作诗歌受印度古典文学、西方诗歌和孟加拉民间抒情诗歌的影响，多为不押韵、不雕琢的自由诗和散文诗；他的小说受西方小说的影响，又有创新，特别是把诗情画意融入其中，形成独特风格。

曾经我梦见我们彼此是陌生人，但是在现实当中我们是彼此深爱着对方。
Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
我的心是旷野的鸟，在你的眼睛里找到了它的天空。
My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes.
它是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也失去了群星。
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
瀑布歌唱道：“当我找到了自己的自由时，我找到了我的歌。”
The waterfall sings, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."
你微微地笑着，不同我说什么话。而我觉得，为了这个，我已等待得久了。
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
人不能在他的历史中表现出他自己，他在历史中奋斗着露出头角。
Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
我们如海鸥之与波涛相遇似地，遇见了，走近了。海鸥飞去，波涛滚滚地流开，我们也分别了。
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.
当我们是大为谦卑的时候，便是我们最接近伟大的时候。
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
决不要害怕刹那——永恒之声这样唱着。
Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
“完全”为了对“不全”的爱，把自己装饰得美丽。
The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect.
错误经不起失败，但是真理却不怕失败。
Wrong cannot afford defeat but right can.
这寡独的黄昏，幕着雾与雨，我在我的心的孤寂里，感觉到它的叹息。
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
我们把世界看错了，反说它欺骗我们。
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
人对他自己建筑起堤防来。
Man barricades against himself.
使生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美。
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

let life be beautiful like summer flowers ,and death like autumn leaves .
生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美。  泰戈尔 ， 郑振铎译
the bird wish it were a cloud ,the cloud wish it were a bird .
鸟儿愿为一朵云，云儿愿为一只鸟。
the road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved .
道路虽然拥挤，却是寂寞的，因为它不是被爱的。
what you are you not see, what you see is your shadow .
你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。
the world put off its mask of vastness to its lover .
世界对看他的爱人，把浩瀚的面具揭下了。
god find himself by creating .
神从创造中找到自我。
how far are you from me .O fruit ?
i am in your heart .O flower .
你离我有多远呢，果实呀？
我藏在你心里呀，花呀。

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
I always like this one...

Tagore's poems purification of the mind....

they are beautiful ~~  and  i admire this  poet