Strays birds

很小的時候看了中譯版，只讚嘆他的詩詞如雲淡風輕，或許那時沒有甚麼人生歷練。

生如夏花：泰戈爾經典詩選

現在找了英文版來翻看，細細品嚐下是深刻雋永，相見恨晚。

節錄些放著，或許哪天失意落魄來提醒自己。

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Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world and its worth by the claims of love.

I cannot choose the best. The best chose me.

They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.

That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

Never be afraid of the moments- thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

Do not linger to father flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.

Do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket.

I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.

The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a lift in the air.

To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.

If you shut your door to all errors, truth will be shut out.

I hear some rustle of thing behind my sadness of heart- I cannot see them.

The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.

I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has filled with love.

Who drives me forward like fate? The myself striding on my back.

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.

It is the little things that I leave behind of my loved ones- great things are for everyone.

My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten. In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.

He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.

A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

Our desire lends the colors of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapors of life.

Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.

Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.

In heart’s perspective the distance looms large.

Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.

Let not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt.

The eyes are not proud if their sight but of their eyeglasses.

The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.

My heart, with its lapping waves of song, longs to caress this green world of the sunny day.

Through the sadness of all thing I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother.

The world loved man when he smiled. The world became afraid of him when he laughed.