Bird Collection (revised Edition)
by (india) Rabindranath Tagore
About This Novel
"The Birds" is a collection of philosophical aphorisms in English. It was first published in 1916 and contains 326 poems, including English translations of Rabindranath Tagore's Bengali short poems, as well as impromptu English poems written during his visit to Japan. The poems in "Birds" are extremely concise and short, describing mostly small and simple things such as flowers, trees, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, sun, moon and stars, but these constitute the most important part of life. The delicate observation and praise of these things contain Tagore's philosophical thinking and fully demonstrate the poet's love for nature and life.
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Official(62)Scraped 4d ago
You can't see yourself, you see who you think you are
I feel like I have found myself in my heart
Fortunately, this book is in Chinese, so I'm not the only one lucky about it, right? ?
Why do the dewdrops wither, why do the flowers and leaves fade? Because the people who read this book are worried. Do the emotions between the lines resonate? It's just wishful thinking, it's just whimsical depression.
The trees are silent at night Pain in my heart and peace in my heart
May life be as bright as a summer flower May death be as beautiful as autumn leaves
We do not understand the world, but we say that the world is a liar.
I like it very much, very poetic, very philosophical
When we are most humble, we are at our greatest
The original work is very good, but this translation is really not enough.
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Official(62)Scraped 4d ago
You can't see yourself, you see who you think you are
I feel like I have found myself in my heart
Fortunately, this book is in Chinese, so I'm not the only one lucky about it, right? ?
Why do the dewdrops wither, why do the flowers and leaves fade? Because the people who read this book are worried. Do the emotions between the lines resonate? It's just wishful thinking, it's just whimsical depression.
The trees are silent at night Pain in my heart and peace in my heart
May life be as bright as a summer flower May death be as beautiful as autumn leaves
We do not understand the world, but we say that the world is a liar.
I like it very much, very poetic, very philosophical
When we are most humble, we are at our greatest
The original work is very good, but this translation is really not enough.
